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Only Human
Chapter 1: Daydreaming
He could imagine it now...
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"HELP!!! EVIL, BLOOD-SUCKING BANDITS ARE ATTACKING OUR VILLAGE!!!"
Kyle the Swordmaster, who was passing through the area heard the cry. He knew what he must do. He had to save that village for the good of Elibe, or no one else will. His hand reached to his belt, where a wide array of swords adorned the leather strap. There, on the left, his Master Blade, crafted by blind Elimine-worshipping Monks who lived in the Nabata Desert. There, on the right, his awesome Final Current Cutter of Doom, forged in the blood of a thousand demons, with the combined strength of the beasts added to his own mighty...might.
He ran into the village, where a Berserker with sharp, pointed teeth was sucking the blood of a woman. 'Well, the cry did say blood-sucking...' Kyle ran up to the Berserker and, flourishing his Master Blade in an expert way, sliced the Berserker into a million pieces, all of which were in the shape of butterflies. The rest of the bandits saw this and ran, afraid of the raw power emanating from the mighty Swordmaster. The woman swooned slightly for dramatic effect, before looking up at her saviour.
"Yo-you saved me!"
Kyle nodded. "All in a day's work of heroing, milady."
"But you must stay at the village! All of the women will be so glad you saved the village, and would be willing to repay you with sexual favours!"
Kyle shook his head. "It is fine, honestly," he said, although his face betrayed him, a massive grin playing across the handsome features. He allowed himself to be dragged off to the appeasing thought of many women...
Then he awoke.
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Kyle, the twenty one year old myrmidon, shook his head, before looking down at his 'arsenal'. There, on the left, was his Iron Sword, which certainly looked like it had been made by blind monks. No one with sight could have made something so ugly. In fact, no one HUMAN could make something so ugly. Kyle would have liked to say that its looks belied the awesome power within, but it was the most un-magical sword in existence.
On the left was his Slim Sword. Kyle had to admire, it was crafted expertly. The gleam, the elegance of the handle, it was fantastic. Pity it hit as though it was made out of paper.
He looked around the Tavern he was in. It seemed to scream 'Dark!' and 'Never been cleaned!'. The same could be said about the landlord. He looked as though he never washed in his life, and was as black as soot because of it.
At this point, there was a commotion. A man appeared, his face concealed by a robe covering it. He radiated evil. And an odd smell of cheese. "That army led by Eliwood is here," he said in a menacing way. "Who amongst you tavern-dwellers could
A myrmidon with a long pleated pony tail stood up. "I, Guy of the Kutolah, will h-!" the boy said, before being knocked out by a well-placed whack on the back of the head with the handle of an Iron Sword.
Kyle smirked. "I, Kyle of the...erm...no tribe, will help the Black Fang!"
The hooded man smirked beneath his hood. "Kyle...very well. They are just outside. Station yourself by Santaruz castle, and attack anything that's close enough."
Kyle nodded, hoping that the man wouldn't offer himself for sexual favours.