(If you need info check the description for it) Keslier was on the center stage. 15 steel inquisitors surrounded him, the other ones head was hammered into the floor. Keslier was still proud of that part. Little wisps of mist floated around the platform and the skaa watching, while little black flakes slowly fell from the clouds to the ground. The Lord Ruler slowly, calmly walked towards him. A spear had been rammed into his chest, but he paid it no mind as he casually strolled forward. Keslier took a deep breath, readying himself. He was going to die today and cause revolution by night, that was the plan. He hoped it would work, but not only that, he hoped Vin and the crew would be alright. Before he could die, however, a little spark suddenly flicked to life and hovered in front of him. The Lord Ruler stopped mid stride in surprise. "What is-" *before he could finish his sentence, the spark exploded. Wood snapped and sparks along with splinters shot outwards, and standing in the middle of the blast when the dust had cleared... Was you. *

Lord Ruler: "What the hell-?!"

Keslier: "What the-?"