"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The manic laughter tore him out of his thoughts as the blade swept down and he scurried out of the way. Tch this is bad, this is really really bad, Karma's eyes darted around to take in the scene, his aura was just bordering on the yellow, yet he had no idea what his adversary's status was and he had no way to find out. The hooded figure swung his scythe down with no real care for what would happen after it connected as it buried itself into the ground.
Karma sidestepped the blow and rushed the man, he figured that disarming him would be the best option, if he gets the weapon out of the guy's hands, then he can kick his ass no problem, just as he reached him and attack, yet the psycho had wrenched his blade from the ground and with the momentum he swung it at Karma with the back end, Karma tried to dodge but he couldn't completely and the back of the scythe connected with his shoulder launching him back several meters.
"At least you can put up ore of a fight then the last person I went after, she screamed and whimpered yet she could only last a minute, oh how it doesn't pay to do what I do," the lunatic stammered out incoherently.
"What do you want man," Karma replied,"I don't wanna die today."
The man sauntered up to Karma and Karma finally got a good look at him, he was tall, at least six feet, and probably only 180 or 175 pounds, yet from what he had just witnessed, he possessed immense upper body strength, easily surpassing his own. The murderer rushed him and Karma barely had time to leap out of the way before the man reached him and cut through the air that he had just occupied. Karma's wrapped hands cme up and he struck out at the psycho's exposed flank and he aimed for the head, scoring a damaging hit on the side of the crazy man's head.
The psycho reeled yet he swung his scythe in a wide arc, warding off future attacks and forcing Karma to hop backwards, Karma studied the weapon and realized it wasn't mechashift and just seemed to be an oversized steel scythe, a scythe itself is a crude weapon, allowing the user very limited options, most of which consisting of slashing and you cannot redirect mid strike very easily this means no feinting or tricky maneuvers, making predicting what will happen quite easy and acting accordingly practically childs play.
The hooded figure swung again, pushing on the attack once more, he was quicker and faster than Karma, but with the weight of his weapon he couldn't bring it back to defend in time and Karma rushed at him, utilizing his elbow and he drove it into the man's unprotected face.
"FUCK, that fucking hurt kid, goddamn, well you aren't bad, I'll at least grace you with my name, the name's Jack," He said, after stumbling back from the strike to his face.
Karma sighed, at least expecting a middle name, but upon not hearing one he readied himself for the next charge, but 'Jack' crouched low, and then launched himself onto the rooftops surrounding the alley way.
"Oh c'mon, that's bullshit," Karma, feeling a little tired from the skirmish, decided the best option was just to head home and chill for the rest of the night.
"Ah, the hero returns," Campbell opens his arms wide and attempts to enveloped Karma into a hug.
"Yeah, yeah, once I'm a huntsman, I'm gonna… well, I don't know what I'll do, but whatever it is it'll make more money than your shitty job," Karma ducked out of the grasping arms and heads up to his room.
"I'll have you know I take offense to that, part-time is the first step to making shit loads," Campbell called up the stairs at Karma fleeing figure.
Karma's family consisted of him, 17 years old; his brother Campbell, 18 and fresh out of high school who is now working part time at a local fast food place yet has plans on being a nurse, 'it's like a doctor but with less years in college and more time with people' Karma remembers Campbell saying to him one time, Campbell is way more charismatic than Karma, and taller, just about 5'11" with Karma being a measly 5'7", ugh, no way can I be the protagonist of a trashy harem now. Both of Karma's parents were still alive yet they decided to move to a remote little mountain town now that there little speck of joy, and they always had to say little, was going off to the big bad boarding school known as UA, I mean, ahem, Beacon.
He decided not to tell his brother about Jack because honestly, who cares, there is no way he will be a recurring villain right. Right. Oh fuck. Well, no use mulling over this shit now, I'll need sleep, or at least want it, for the fun tomorrow morning.
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