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Vincerer Turf wars

It was a normal day In Vincere like any other; the average population went about their lives, while the Underdistrict was a place of yet another turf war between the Fata Denver and some local bandit groups. However, this time around, it did not look good for the Deners, as multiple bandit groups formed an alliance with the sole purpose of driving out the Fata Deners from the district. As this was currently the home of Miriath, Maximillian's Fatereader, he took a personal interest in ensuring the outcome of the war.
To honestly no one's surprise, many of the bandits were debt collectors, specifically aiming for Miriath.
"I'm surprised you haven't read that in your little crystal orbs." Proclaims one of the bandits as he drags her out of her hut.
"Oh, I have read everything that I need to know. Besides, that is not how fate works, you know?
Before they could leave the hut, Maximillian emerges from the backroom: "That girl is under our protection; if I were you, I would drop her immediately. Miri, is this the spot?"
"Two steps to the right, and you should be good," She answers as the bandit drops her to the ground: "And who are you supposed to be eh? Almost your entire group is taken down out there. What do you think you can do to stop us now?"
"Hm honestly, nothing really. I am just going to stand here. To be totally real with you, I was hoping you could end me here right on the spot, too. Just try it. You would do us all a favor."
The bandit, shaken by that bizarre response: "W- W- What are you talking about? I'm just gonna shoot you right here and now!" as he takes aim with his crossbow, hands shaking.
As he takes the shot, he misses Maximillian by a mile and out the window, hitting a random waterline outside.
"Wow, really? I wouldn't even have needed the two steps for that kind of aim..."
"Just wait and watch..." She says.
Suddenly, rumbling, followed by growling, comes from the waterline.
Max: "Unbelievable... Hue, that's a new low even for you..."
Miriath: "Yeah, it gave me a good chuckle when I read it this morning."
Bandit: "What is that!?"
Max: "Sounds to me like Vincere's waterlines were contaminated by an ancient water spirit, and you just put an arrow right through him. They are quite vengeful, so you probably have about two seconds left to live, maybe three, given your distance to the pipe."
The bandit dropped everything and started running, but mere moments later, a water elemental burst out from the pipes underneath him, dragging him into the pipes. His comrades, noticing the cruel scene, opened fire on the elemental, ultimately causing a complete massacre in the district, killing every single bandit.
Max: "You know, that was pretty brutal even for you."
"Oh, trust me, I've done worse." Claims a voice from the darkness.
Hue emerges from one of the crystal orbs on the shelves.
Hue: "If anything, that was one quickest and painless death in quite some time, at least for that fella in here."
Max: "You really think you can succeed with this forever?"
Hue: "You tell me. This is your fate, after all. Fated to never die, the moment you take your last breath, you can claim to have proven me wrong."
Hue smiles with quite a smug face, fully confident that it will never happen.
Hue: "How about a little victory drink? The barkeeper down the road was dragged into his water tap, so the champagne is free for the taking!"