Harbringer of Death

Rain is falling hard. He just arrived at this small town when the rain start falling. Many of the townsfolk is running around, getting to shelter or back to their own home. It doesn't really bother him, or rather, he can't really feel them even if he take off his cloak. He remember how food tastes, the feeling of rain falling on your skin, or the softness of a sheep wool. But now, everything is vague for him. Most food and drink taste bland for him, and he can't feel much on his skin. Even so, he doesn't worry too much about it. He walk into a bar, filled with people drinking and taking cover from the rain. He approach the bartender, drop a silver coin, and order a glass of wine. As soon as the bartender put down the glass, he immediately drink it all in one go. Wine is one of the few drink that he could taste. Its bitterness feels fresh on his mouth, and it also warm his inside a bit. Putting down the glass, he walk away. He can't stop for long. He has someone to save. Then the door fling open. A group of bandit walks in, blocking his way out "Oi, make way won't ya?" the bandit try to shove him aside, but to no avail He doesn't reply. Or rather, his fist do the talking. He punch the bandit in the face. It's only four of them, he will make it quick Before the other bandits could move, he continue his attack. He punch one of them in the stomach while kicking the other on the jaw. The last bandit manage to pull out a knife and stab him right on the heart. The bandit was about to laugh when he realize that the person he stabbed doesn't fall. He launch a punch to the throat of the last bandit, most likely breaking a bone. The other three bandit groan in pain, while the last is desperately trying to keep breathing. That should provide him enough time to get out of town without them following. As he walk down the street, he check his wound. No blood. But the hole is there, the knife did reach his heart. It would have been effective, if his heart is still beating that is.