As she ran down the docks, trying out out run from the people who were chasing her, Ragnar was walking out of an alley on the side streets. He was here to locate a specific person, a person to hunt and capture for the next stage of his plan but apparently they had left town. People must have heard Ragnar the Red was back in the world, most likely raised from the dead, and the people who were afraid of him before are now scattering like rats.
As Ragnar was about to leave the alley he saw a women run by him, a women with long hair and even though Ragnar had lost alot of his senses in the past two years he could still smell fear and he took a small step out of the alley, enough to look down but not be seen, and looked down to see two men running as quickly as they could to catch her. Ragnar knew that unless that women made a mistake she wasn't going to get caught, but he wasn't about to let that happen either way. Ragnar could have left this women to his fate, but something locked inside of his head told him that he needed to help her. Not wanted to. Needed to. Ragnar waited until the men started to run past his alley.
That is when the blood shed happened.
With a simple lunge from Ragnar, he cleared the less then five meters separating the two men from him in less then a half a second, he could see the men start to turn their head as they saw a blur of red rush towards them from the side but it was already too late. Ragnar's right fist went hurling through the air at one of the men, making contact with the side of his face, the sheer amount of force put into that punch, S Rank damage, turned the man's head into fragments of bone, chucks of brain matter and a mist of blood that sprayed over his friend next to him. Now with his left hand, Ragnar swung across his body his hand in a knife shape as he connected with the front of the man's chest. It went clean through it, and out the back. The man, now elbow deep on Ragnar, couldn't even scream or call for help as his lungs filled with his own blood and he looked down in confusion, fear and shock at what had just happened. His pain didn't last long as he died less then a second later.
One second, two men were alive and chasing some girl, most likely thinking they were going to get some great reward and the next they were both dead on the side of a dock. Normal human life is so fragile, so easy to snuff out for someone like him. Ragnar pulled his arm out of the man, his limp body falling to the dock with a wet thunk. The people around stopped at this moment, realizing what had just happened and some of them were about to call for the police before they realized that this thing might just turn on them if they spoke or made any movement. They might be right, Ragnar was in a very strange mood right now as he thought about how easy killing has become for him.
Letting that thought go away, Ragnar kicked both of the bodies off the side of the dock with a single kick, sending them off the side to get them out of the way. Maybe the fishes would like a new meal. Ragnar turned and looked at the women who was running, less then ten seconds had passed at this point, and he wasn't sure if they had kept running or if they had stopped once she saw people on the dock stop as well. Ragnar would have catch up to her and see why his brain 'forced' him to do that.
If she looked back, she would see a tower of a man, most likely over seven feet tall in the blood red heavy armor he was in. On his back was a large fur cloak that went down to the back of his knees, it wasn't attached to his back by a clasp but by large spikes that were all over the top of his armor. Ontop of those spikes as well were skulls, pushed down onto the spikes to help keep the cloak on, even though the spikes were long enough to easily hold them. On his right hip was a massive hammer, and he was staring directly at her but there didn't appear to be any malicious intent towards her.