Duwang

Moash sprawled out in the dirt, trembling.  "Please, forgive me!" he cried.

Kaladin swiped his finger across his cap, eyes narrowed.  "Ask for forgiveness from Elhokar, the man whom you killed.  I never had any intention of forgiving you in the first place."

The highprince trembled, his teeth grit in fear and frustration.  "O-Odium paid me in advance.  I'll give you that." 

Kaladin sighed, shoving his hands into his uniform pockets.  "Give me a storming break," he muttered.  "You truly are the lowest scum in history."

"You can't pay back what you owe with money!"

Sylphrena materialized into existence, taking the form of a hulking warrior with wild hair and vicious eyes.  With a roar, she launched a powerful fist into Moash's jaw, sending him flying upwards to be met with another punch, and another, and another.  Syl unleashed a barrage of blows, her hands flying too fast for the eye to see.  Each punch was punctured by a feral battle cry which echoed off of walls and buildings.  On and on this savage beatdown went, until, with one final, vicious haymaker, Moash was sent careening into the upper floor of some building, where his broken body smashed through a wall and came to rest amidst the rubble. 

Syl vanished into the wind, and Kaladin scribbled a few glyphs onto a piece of parchment.  "Here's your receipt," he said.  He turned away, the paper etched with the glyphs bearing his name fluttering away upon the wind.

<=To be continued==