Naz was killed. He was innocent child.  Mission was the lynch. He was Smoke/Town Tracker.   Late at night, striding across the island, the moonlight cast its glow on the rippling musculature of a might four-armed warrior. Soon he had reached his prey, calling out to him: “Earthrealm’s fate is sealed, Blue!” “Not yet, we fight until the end” “Like the Breaking Benjamin song? I like it, that’s my go-to song when-”   He was interrupeted by a flying tomahawk directed a