A/N

Well peeps here is the first instalment of AZRA's Razlov Drakon, so I'll leave you guys to read it in peace...

Chapter 1

No Introductions needed

The kidnappers were hidden in a disused warehouse, lit by two portable lights as to arouse as little attention as possible. There were four of them, all wearing dirty and worn clothing little that would make them stand out in the middle of a crowd, aside from the fact they each wore a red bandana covering their faces and brandishing a variety of swords. In the centre of the gang were a mother and her two sons, the family of one of the local business men in the town, as you might expect the children clung to their mother for comfort, and she in turn was doing her best to keep her boys calm, her black eye proof that the kidnappers weren't keen on crying children.

"I'm just saying Mac, this is our third ransom. We pull this off as good as the others and we can up our game ya know. Maybe start in organised crime, ya see that's where the real money is at" the gang member known as Walder continued as he paced back and forth, waiting was not his strong suit.

"Oh yeah Wal' I'm sure there is a booth somewhere we can just walk up to and go 'Oh hi we're a bunch of criminals, can you sign us up for your syndicate please?'. They come to us Wal' not the other way around. Besides kidnappings one thing, the stuff they could have us doing is another thing, hell I have a hard time trying to sleep as it is worrying if the cops have cottoned on yet. No need to give them extra incentive is there?" Mac pointed out sarcastically.

"Mac ya not thinking of the money...the power, and status we could get from this. If we play our cards right we could have anything we wanted. Then I can show all those punks I once knew that you don't need school to get somewhere."

"I don't know Wal', maybe just see after this job and take it from there"

"My husband could get you what you wanted, we're rich and I'm sure we could find you a cushy job that pays well, just please let us go...I...I won't even say anything to the authorities" The woman pleaded looking between the two men, Walder walked up to her and cracked his knuckles.

"Now didn't I tell ya and your brats to shut the hell up? Coz I'm sure that's why I gave you that shiner in the first place" she cowered back and vigorously nodded her head "See? Thought ya were a smart woman, just stay good and quiet and hopefully this will be over soon. Speaking of over soon why is boss taking so long?"

"He's got to keep by the phone, in case the cops don't want to play ball" one of the other members drawled, a tall man with a carefree stance and decently strong build "Not that you would understand that, hell you almost forgot your bandana before we left"

"Hey! I was in a rush! And what do ya mean 'not that I would understand?'"

"Just saying you got more tongue than brain" he mocked with a grin.

"Yeah? Well I can't see you doing any better!" Walder shot back.

"Maybe so" he flexed his sword arm and gave the weapon a twirl "but then I have the sense to stick to what I'm good at"

"That's it! No one speaks to me like that and gets away with it ya hear!" Wal' started to make a move for the speaker but made it half way.

"Now, now, now, don't start the work for me. This is going to be easy enough as it is!" a stranger's voice echoed from the darkness. It was a young voice but one tinged with confidence and experience. The gang members instantly went to guard their prize whilst keeping their attention on the direction of the stranger's voice. A few small glowing lights of various colours and two distinct sizes could be seen from its direction. Mac raised one of the lamps so they could get a good look at who they were looking at. He was a young man maybe no older than his early twenties, leaning against the entrance door frame. His hands were outstretched and resting on a large war hammer. His short raven hair cropped to one side, he wore a breastplate adorned with an unknown sigil of a wolf's head with a sword behind it etched in the centre, light plated armour down his right arm and an armoured gauntlet on his almost bare left. His trousers seemed to be thick but elastic leather with armoured plates in strategic places like the knees and shins. All of the metal was a shade of purple with black highlights along the edges. The sigil itself was a bright crimson. To say his war hammer was unique might be called an understatement, on one side of the head it had five large spikes one in each corner and a slightly larger one in the middle, the head had an illustration of a wolf or a Beowulf, the wolf like Grimm of the world. On the other end was a round counter weight with what looked like glowing glass sections encased in the frame of the globe, each section was a different colour red, white, blue and one that seemed to hold lightning. Along the shaft were two hand guards the lower one had a kind of trigger assembly the higher some kind of grip that had small slivers of glowing glass like the ones in the counterweight, but it also had one blank. He raised his head and looked over to the thugs. His eyes a mix of grey and purple, though he looked young and his face had a slight playful look. The scars running the length of his right cheek and ear showed that he knew of danger, his eyes were the most disillusioning part. They were the eyes of those that had witnessed death, loss and war, the kind that showed what he thought of these lowly thugs before him.

"I suppose I should be thanking you. I was going nuts being confined to the enclave and not helping anyone. I feared they would find me and haul me back before I could do anything of worth. Then you guys pull this off" he cracked his shoulders and raised his hammer "I could do with a stretch" one side of his mouth twitched in a quick smirk.

"Ha-ha he's only a kid, a runt!" bellowed the last member mixed with a howling laughter a short man who looked like he spent most of his days lazing around with a slight layer of fat along his belly. He wiped away a tear from his eyes before composing himself "And who exactly do you think you are? Run along kid before you get hurt"

The trace of humour left the newcomers face upon hearing this "Who am I? Well, all you need to know is that I'm a member of a team, a team from Foresight" the final word was like a gunshot with the effect it had; the members stood rigid and tensed up.

Walder barked a laugh, a nervous one at that "As if they would recruit a kid like you" the newcomer turned slightly to his left bearing his right shoulder to the thugs, on it was an emblem of four blades facing outwards with the base of one connected to the middle of another, creating a diamond gap in the middle, and in the centre was a runic F symbol...the one that belongs to the legendary and infamous order. "WH-what! But why would they accept you?"

"Because my mommy said I was special." He quipped sarcastically, "Now in the name of Foresight and the legal authorities it grants me in these lands I hear by place you under arrest. But you won't go quietly though will you?" he stared at them with a calm demeanour, waiting for a reply, after a few seconds the shorter one dropped his sword and kneeled in submission "Huh? Well I'll be honest. Wasn't expecting that...smart choice"

"The hell are you doing?" replied the gruff tall man. Glaring at his kneeling accomplice.

"You heard him he's from Foresight. They have their reputation for a reason" he snarled back.

"Humph, you could be right, hell we might even get a reward for killing him. For all we know he might have been at the massacre of the Sunset Fields. How many Faunus died–" Whatever he was going to say was cut off as the stranger, in a flash raised the hammer head towards the thug, and squeezed the trigger. The head blasted towards him attached to a retractable chain and slammed into the man's chest. The tall gang member got off a grunt before being flung off into the darkness from the sheer force of the strike. Within a second the head was once again connected to the shaft making it once again a solid weapon.

"Never link me or my team mates with that tragedy! Enough talk, time to show you scum your position" he sprinted towards the last two standing thugs so fast they barely had time to ready themselves. The first one, Mac, raised his long sword in a two-handed downward cut that succeeded in only hitting the air and the floor, as the stranger at the last moment spun to the side whilst moving to a crouch and took the legs from under his target with a sweeping ark from the counterweight. Walder screamed and charged whilst drawing another short sword from a second sheath and began a furious assault on the stranger. Strike after strike was thrust but either met air or the metal of the strange war hammer, as the intruder dodged and parried time after time again, showing nothing more than slight focus on his face. The stranger then took and extra step back parried Walder's next attack knocking both arms out the way, and in the same motion looped it back and struck the blunt head against Walder's arms with enough force to generate a crack from one of them. He howled in pain, and slumped to the ground as he cradled his now broken arm. A long sword thrust towards him, which with a rise of the hammer was easily deflected.

"YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT! NOW DIE!" screamed Mac as he unleashed a continuous flow of attacks at the person who injured his friend and partner in crime. Upper thrust, evaded by a crouch. A horizontal slash, blocked by the shaft of the hammer, more cuts and thrust all never got close to the strangers body.

"Right warm up over" the stranger casually stated, and on the last attack parried it then twirled to his attackers side and brought up the counterweight to the back of his head in one deft movement. Mac stumbled forwards a few steps before collapsing to the ground. "Night, night" The stranger stood and postured himself listening to the room, the shallow breathing from Mac, Walder now passed out from the pain, and groans of pain from off in the darkness from his first attack, with the fourth member cowering in shock in what he'd just witnessed.

All targets neutralized, now for the reason I'm here

He walked over to the stunned hostages, who when realising what was happening huddled together in fear. "Please don't harm us!" pleaded the woman trying to shield her children.

"Do not be afraid, I came here to help you, there is a car outside that you can use to return home. You're safe now" he gently placed a hand on her shoulder and eased her up. She stared into his eyes almost not daring to believe him, and for the first time during this encounter seeing something akin to warmth in them. It was all she could take and began to sob

"Thank-thank you" she managed to say between gasps and she ran towards the door with her kids and outside to safety and salvation. Alone in the dim light of the ware house the stranger sighed and relaxed

Ah, feels right to be doing some good once again. I swear I was starting to go stir crazy.

A rush of wind, the stranger spun kneeled and raised his hammer horizontally all in a split second, as a final attacker lunged from the darkness. Two short swords each with chainsaw blades slammed into the shaft and a hand guard. A large man wearing black clothing, and white armour with a red emblem of a wolf's head and claw marks. His head was covered with a grey mask. His most noticeable feature was the fact he had genuine claws on his fingers. Which meant one thing, his assailant was a Faunus, a human with animal traits and features.

"You beat up my goons and ruin my plans. Just who do you think you are... wait that mark...A FORESIGHT MEMBER! This is my lucky day after all" the white fang growled as sparks flew from the clashing weapons. He pulled back and immediately launched in a twirling frenzy that made sure there was only a split second between attacks. The stranger managed to parry them all...just; the white fang was fast, too fast to evade his attacks in his frenzy. The room was lit up in flares of light from the sparks. The fang struck again and again, but he failed to realise he was becoming predictable, the stranger parried a blow then darted to the side to avoid the other attack missing him by a few centimetres. He used this opening to slam the head of the hammer into the white fang's chest winding him and knocking him back a bit, but he didn't stop there, he punched the hand guard of his right into the attackers face before using the counter weight to catch his leg and trip the attacker up. The stranger went to land a blow with the blunt hammer to incapacitate the white fang whilst he was on the ground, but before he could the fang rolled out the way and in doing so destroyed one of the lamps. The white fang darted over to the other one and smashed that one sending the room into total darkness.

"Ha ha, you're pretty good. But I don't like to fight fair if I think I might not win" the leaders voice echoed out from the dark. He was quiet, the stranger could only just make out the general direction he was stalking in, his years of hunting giving him some chance where others might not have any at all. He closed his eyes before they could properly adjust, and readied himself. "What's wrong afraid of the dark? Oh that's right you're not a Faunus, you can't see in the dark can you...Hahaha, well it's been interesting, any last words before I avenge my fallen brothers?" a rush of air and the faint pad of running on the floor. Click. The head of the war hammer lit up in flames, the higher handle had changed the section that was dull now had been rotated with one of a glowing red glass. It illuminated the area around the stranger just in time to see the white fang's final attack run, he opened his eyes and blocked the attack. Due to being used to the darkness and the sudden change in light the Faunus was blinded by the glare.

"Yeah, that wasn't me at Sunset Fields, I don't kill without reason!"

"Argh! What the hell did you do?!"

In one deft movement the stranger thrust the leader's arms to one side and spun striking the flaming head of the hammer into the side of the leaders face, and knocking him back

"ARGH! My face!" he cried in pain as the flames from the hammer burned his cheek, his mask partially smashed, which saved him from any serious damage. "I'll get you! You think you can do this to me and not regret it...I shall find you again and get my payback!" he holstered his chanswords and pulled out a grenade, armed it and threw it at his feet. A bright white flash engulfed the room blinding the stranger, he heard a crash from a window, and knew that his opponent had escaped. He looked around and realised that the rest of the gang members had also made a run for it during the fight.

"Well, that was a bit more than I expected" he said to himself, the glow of the hammer the only light in the room, he slowly made his way towards the exit "I wonder what the rest of team AZRA will make of this tale...speaking of which I wonder if the other two have been caught yet? And what do I have to do to get people to stop associating me with the burning fields...I'm really starting to get sick of that shit, do a hundred good deeds and people glance over it, but someone does one terrible deed and suddenly everyone related is also to blame!" the stranger let out a long sigh into the cold night air, "Maybe I can get a drink while I'm out. Could damn well do wi-" spotlights burst in from the skylight followed by shattering glass, the stranger covered himself as he heard people using zip lines to enter the building. By the time he could look around eight figures surrounded him in military-esque gear, black uniform with light combat armour. Full head and face masks of the same colour, the eyes hidden behind red lenses in rectangular slats. On their shoulders was a red emblem of Foresight, on their right breast a yellow crosshair with a blue sword behind it...the mark of the Hanta-Kira. Each had a small submachine gun, with under slung taser launcher aimed at him and what seemed like a short sword in a hilt on their combat utility belts.

"Razlov Drakon you are ordered to stand down and return to the enclave, resistance will be met with force, do you comply?" the modified voice of the squad leader shouted from behind his mask. The stranger switched the hammer's setting to normal and the flame died out, and then leaned on it.

"Well what took you guys so long?"

A/N

Wow isn't that guy just bad ass? what? You've read better ones? well I suppose the important thing is that you guys enjoyed it...you did enjoy it right? in all seriousness stay tuned for more of Razlov(got another two chapters ready to go!) and to find out how much trouble he's in

Until next time, Chris signing off!