Ohnie called for the 20 best men and waited at the patio. He looked at the tower thinking to himself :
- There're twenty floors and three basements, the deepest one only has a kitchen, a toilet and a miserable room with a pillow on the floor. Let's hope that they're not as wimpy as they seem but even if they are, I've made sure that it will be perfect for the "guest" as all other rooms are a bit over destructive or simply unliveable.
After all these thoughts he noticed that everyone had arrived and organized themselves in four rows of five.
- Do not fear, do not be sorrowful and do not try to corrupt them unless any other choice. We do not have to capture all of them, just one. Even if they are only four, they're the last ones of their species and contain the cursed blessing deep in their hearts. The oldest is a horrendous White-man with his bracelet of all objects; the somewhat younger is a useless wizard with her medallion of all forms of magic; the youngest is a stupid human with the power of almost all gifts and the somewhat older is an annoying psychic who is who we will be trying to capture.
All of this, he said with the most neutral voice and expression that could ever exist. But when Ohnie finished his pep talk one of the best generals asked him with a smirk in his face:
- Who are you to tell us what to do or not? Because of my five hundred years of experience, we have never captured nor tried not to corrupt our enemies.
When Ohnie heard this, he smiled with his snow-white teeth yet still with that neutral expression, got uncomfortably close to the general and answer neutrally :
- Thy mind is as easy as an open book, the thoughts are loud and clear. You want to torture me and impress the king, but that won't happen because I'm not as weak as thee.
His eyes turned from a dark hazel to a clear purple-cyan blue color. Ohnie looked directly into the general's eyes and he dropped dead with an expression of realized horror on his face.