This is my first fanfic EVER. Please Rn'R cause I've got to see just how good my writing is… Hope you like it!

The boy looked strange, even to a man who had seen the varieties of almost all of Tethe' Alla's fashions, but none were like this. Even stranger was the fact that the boy who wore them was no more than 18 at best, with no trace of a beard, or any facial hair, with a headband on his forehead.

The nameless soldier observed the almost 8-foot long scarf flutter in what little breezes there were on this day, even with Sybak's proximity to the ocean. Well, it looked about the same height as the boy did- about 6 feet- but most likely it was from how the middle of the scarf was wrapped around the neck. A.K.A- minus 2 feet.

The boy wore a brown shirt, with frayed edges. One of the trails of the scarf he wore was wrapped around his right hand, the thickest part of the bundle around his right hand, like a sling. His left hand was gloved, but only the palm area was; It was as if the gloves appendages of cloth had been slashed off, considering the rugged edges around the fingers.

The soldier stepped forward. "You, who has been known as the 'Ravager', is under arrest under orders from the Pope of the Church of Martel and have been passed to this unit of Papal Knights. Now, come with us."

The entire company of the green-armored men stepped forward. The man who had announced it, the commander, took a position in the center of the human wall.

"Now."

Okay, this hadn't been my plan when I had gone into Sybak. I was supposed to have had some time to relax and chill from my recent spree of crime, which included the whole like.

Including, of course, when I say the whole like, murder.

Somehow, I knew that somebody had used very advance technology to follow me. I wondered if it could be-

The commander, growing irritated, snapped "Hurry up, scum!"

I didn't bother retorting to the low-slang style insult, choosing instead to ask something. "First, just how the hell didja manage to find me," I asked.

A guy stepped out from behind the front line; Wearing red clothes and with a covered mouth, it was instantly obvious. A person from Mizuho had tracked me. And since people from Mizuho used Guardians…

I plucked something off my back, hoping what I was suspecting was true. It was. When I looked at my hand, I was holding a card of paper, with symbols around it, but the main feature was a lightly etched picture of a bird.

I threw the seal at the red-clothed man. "Bastard," I said simply. He made no reply, but caught it.

The guy in charge turned. "You don't need to help anymore here. We'll take him by ourselves." The ninja nodded, and vanished in a puff of gray smoke.

I raised an eyebrow. "You know you're an idiot to have sent him off, you know?"

"How so?" He replied, the trace of anger obvious in his voice.

"Simple. You think I'd go down without a fight? You're going to need all the manpower you've got." To prove it…

I twirled my cleaver, enhanced with a diamond edge out of its sheath on my back, then I brought it down on the ground, jarring my hand slightly, a perfect 90 degree angle from the direction I was facing, in this case the Papal Knights.

"Get him!" Yelled the guy in charge.

They rushed forward en masse. Perfect.

I ran forward as well, but instead of stabbing anyone, which would have gotten me stabbed in return, perhaps fatally, I jumped, head first over the crowd of pikemen. But I didn't clear it without spinning in midair, cleanly hacking a head off. I spun a few more times around in the air, then landed perfectly on my feet, facing the now thoroughly intimidated crowd.

I only grinned before unwrapping my covered right hand. I slowly unwounded my scarf around my hand, and when they saw it…

They all gasped. Or, atleast I heard them do that. Maybe it was the wind. But what regular person wouldn't be intimidated by an unblemished gauntlet of steel, with rubies set on its top and a line of sapphire that mimicked the eyes of a dragon, perhaps a demon? It helped to have jagged edges on the knuckles.

I attacked.

I became a literal tornado, thanks to the fact I had called on wind magic to help with the spin. I felt flecks of blood splatter my face as I spun around fast with my eyes closed. So I wouldn't see organs hit the ground with splats and such. So far, nothing but blood had hit me thanks to the wind magic, but who knew…

My spinning excursion ended quite suddenly when smashed into a wall. Not even a diamond edged and reinforced blade of titanium can cut through 5 feet of brick and cement. Well, perhaps I could, with stronger spin power and wind magic, but I doubt I could hold on to the cleaver long enough to plow though it. Besides, I'd be dizzy WAY too long to actually fight for around 10 seconds; after all, you don't exactly need 10 seconds to end a person's life. Ah well…

As my blade gritted and screeched its way to a stop, I shook the extremely small traces of dizziness on me and looked around. Out of an original force of what I had expected to be around 50, only some 30 remained it good condition to fight me. Oh well, guess I'd just slaughter them all. I crossed my forearms into a cross and closed my eyes, feeling the mana well up, and knelt down and shoved them into the cobbled square, opening my eyes, preparing to pulse my mana straight into the earth, for one of my specialties.

"Grave Wave!"

A wave of rock spikes blasted in all directions quickly, circular row by row. Now, students and other bystanders were having their share of death and pain as the walls of spikes ran through anybody and everybody. All victims hit got atleast 3 rows spikes in them. None who were hit survived.

I spotted the original commander who had called me scum considerable battered but alive, having gotten out of the instant-death zone (As I liked to call it, where the spike rows were the thickest) and only taken 1 single, but serious puncture wound to the femoral artery in the left leg. Which was bleeding like crazy, as the shattered cobblestones was drenched in the dark red liquid. Okay, so one guy who was hit managed to survive. This was rare, though. As the spikes receded as quickly as they had appeared, I calmly walked over. He looked up, allowing me to see the terror emanating straight through the stylishly curved visor. It allowed me to see the reflection of my eyes, gold in color, cold, with a coolness radiating from them. Without a word, I dropped an Apple Gel by his side, and began walking away from the semi-ruined inn and terrified eyes of students caught in the crossfire. Over my shoulder, I spoke.

"Make sure you tell your idiot pope that a kid named Kendal Seycheyll sends his regards and begs the poor bastard to keep his nose out of my business. Or, he'll become just like the soldiers that just tried to take me down at Sybak." I didn't look back.

As before, please Read and Review. Or else Kendal might kill me in his utter boredom… (screams)