"Fight for your beliefs. If you don't fight hard enough, no one will have faith in you."
"Stick to your morals and follow your heart."
"The fire in your heart can never be put out."
"Spread your wings of independence and soar into the skies."
The dark alleyways of Gria City are always tainted with pickpockets and other lowly thugs. Groups of them stride past the window of the Leaky Bucket Tavern, all while I'm sipping a virgin cocktail. My parents were good friends of the owner for the Leaky Bucket, so underage patrons (like myself) are still allowed inside.
Crime is rampant around here. Even meager amounts of cash aren't safe, and my wallet is always empty for safety. Just as I finish the remaining drops of liquid in my glass, a scream from an alleyway stirs me from my thoughts. Since my drink was pre-paid for, I don my ruby colored cloak, a magic gauntlet on my left hand, and slip a crimson ring onto my right hand. As the door swings open, a cold wind slaps me across the cheek. Oh great. It's not winter yet, so that means that there's an ice magic wielder around here.
I follow a trail of icicles to see three figures crowding in front of two girls. Well then. Normally I would just avoid a conflict like this, but I'm out of combat practice. School doesn't start for another two weeks. Plus, the victims here are girls. My sense of chivalry may be outdated, but I'm sticking to it.
WHAM! The ice mage goes flying with one of my magic infused punches. He screams in a girlish manner before slamming into a bunch of trash cans. "Next please." I calmly state.
The other two charge me while the third is still recovering. I easily dodge their attacks, and I think it's because they're drunk or something. However, company soon arrives. I turn my head to see three more enemies armed with machetes. Just as they charge though, I quickly fling my crimson ring off my of my hand, and it starts to change forms. Everyone else around me is surprised as I now grasp my signature weapon, the Scarlet Nightmare. A custom-made gunblade that fires explosive crimson rounds. Quickly loading some cartridges into the chamber, I jump and fire multiple rounds to propel me into the air. All while unleashing a hail fire to the surprised goons below me. I'm airborne, so I use the rest of my momentum to fling myself onto a rooftop. Oh crap! Are the girls okay? Scrambling to the edge of the rooftop, I see the girls making a run for it. Whew….agh! My sense of relief is soon interrupted by a haymaker to my face! Owowow….I have a lump on my cheek now. Jumping back onto my feet, I'm facing off against a male brute. He reaches into his back pocket and draws out a revolver. I quickly parry the bullet, but he's charging me! I roll to dodge, but he punches me in the face again! This isn't good. He flips a switch on his revolver, transforming it into his own gunblade! Shoot, I wasn't hoping to use my trump card, but my hand's being forced. So just as the brute is about to shoot again….I jump into the air..and spread my wings.
It's over within minutes. My blazing wings retract behind my cloak again, and I slip my weapon in ring form back onto my right hand. The brute is lying there, with his clothes torn to shreds, and blood seeping from his wounds.
"Damn you...Crimson." he mutters before passing out. Heh, that's my nickname. Oh well. I'd better get out of here before the police show up. Sirens start blaring in the distance as I jump into the night.
Author's Note:
The first four chapters of Team CEBS will take the main character represented by the letter (C,E,B,S), but after that, the character perspective will be put in here. Like this.
(Character Name)