The teenager was simply walking through the streets, not unusual except this teen had two swords strapped to his back. Well less like swords more like big meat cleavers. He was wearing a dark red shirt, although that was where the color ended. He wore normal shoes but had armor on his knees, creating a strange looking lower clothes combination. He also had on steel gauntlets, once again contrasting his shirt. Finally he had on a black fedora, completing the incrediblely stupid look that the outfit radiated.
The teen was just walking along when he heard a scream. He quickly rounded the corner to see four men holding up a woman and her small girl.
"Come on, we don't want to hurt ya," On of the men said threatingly, "We just want everything you got."
After finishing this the rest of the group laughed, catching on to his meaning. The teen knew it too as he simply walked down the road towards the group.
"You know, it isn't polite to be a jerk to a woman." He stated as he walked closer to them.
"Who's this prick?" one of the men said.
"Well a local, known for kicking ass and taking names. Also known for being crazy." The teen said as he walked forward.
"Ice him." Said the man who was obvisly in charge. The men advanced towards the teen that calmly drew his two cleavers.
"Alright, let's see who the best dancer is." The teen calmly yelled as he suddenly charged forward. The first of the men pulled a gun, only to be stopped by teen swinging his cleaver into the weapon. This obvisly cut it in two; the man tried to react but was suddenly kicked in the face.
After seeing one of them go down the other pulled out knives and rushed the teen. The teen laughed at their assault before jumping up and over the two men and planting his weapons firmly in their backs. The teen got up to face the leader, only to see he had run.
Huh, honor among thieves. He thought as ran after the leader, who had run into a club. The teen stopped and looked at the sign.
"Great, bodily a gang hideout." He though as he walked to the door.
In the club the gang leader was confidant, no one would be stupid enough to just walk into the club, they would be torn to shreds. While they searched he would make his escape. This thought was interrupted when the door opened and the teen stepped through. The gang leader laughed at the teen's stupidity as he opened fire.
Suddenly the teen wasn't there any more. The leader looked around only to see the teen charging another group of men head on.
This guys crazy The leader thought as he saw the teen charge directly into the fire of the gang members, but before the gang leader knew his men were on the ground. He looked at the teen in awe, before trying to shoot him in the back. The bullet hit the teen who just turned to look at the leader before laughing.
"Your next." He said as he charged.
An hour later
The cops had just arrived to an amazing scene, a known gang hideout wiped out; almost all of the gang members were knocked out. A few were dead but most would recover quite nicely. The cops who studied the scene were unaware that they were being watched. The teen laughed above them.
Introducing the psycho.
The teenage girl walked calmly through the bar, ignoring the looks that the men were giving her. She was normal height, with dark red hair and piercing green eyes. She wore leather jacket over a black t-shirt. She also wore normal jeans and pants. She calmly walked to the bar.
"I'm looking for information." She told the bartender, a tall bearded man.
"Information of what lass?" The man said in an Irish accent.
"I am looking for info on a man named Thrisk." She told the bartender who suddenly grew hard.
"Lass, I doing you favor. Walk away," He said, "Go back to your make-up and dress shoes."
After that she stormed off onto the street, where she smiled. The Bartender had just used her secret code to tell where to go. She walked to the 4th avenue of the 2nd street across 4th and avenue. She walked toward the location.
She arrived at the park, which was dark due to it being night, and likewise should be abandoned. Only it wasn't, there were three men there. Two common thugs and a man wearing a suit.
A little to fancy for a walk in the park she thought as she sneaked into a tree to where she could hear them.
"I want no screw ups," The man told his thugs, "Already Bobs in lockup. Taking away my profit. That damned psycho just waltzed in and took care of him like he was a sick pup."
The girl smiled, this was her quarry. Thrisk a dust smuggler who used his contacts in the Schnee Company to supply criminals with illegal weapons and dust. She had been hunting him for a while. Thrisk was about to yell again when she decided to act. She pulled out two daggers and jumped on one of the thugs.
He went down but the other thug was pulling out a gun. Her daggers suddenly started to glow green and suddenly she made a motion of throwing a dagger at the man. A burst of energy was flung from the dagger, suddenly causing the man a loss of two of his fingers. The man dropped the gun and was quickly kicked to the face to take him down.
She turned to Thrisk who just stared at her.
"Tell me are you a cop? Or one of those special students from Minstrel?" He asked.
"Nope." She said as she kicked him in the face. She then tied them up before using her scroll to call the cops. They arrived shortly after and took Thrisk into custody. She watched him as he was driven away.
Introducing the Harlequin.
A/N OK this is the start of a new story that I intend to write. Now a quick clarification. The two individuals are not from the same team; sense I am going to have two teams I decided to combine their trailers. Note the first story is about the first team and the second is the second team.
And before I forget team names: The first team is ROSA (And no for those of you who speak Spanish they are not gay)
The second team is AMBR (Although if this name is taken I will change it)
Anyway I intend to update this and Dark Dragon soon… (For what that means)
