CHAPTER TWO: THE ROGUE
"That was it? You killed him that fast? I'd have expected more of a fight than that." A guildmate said.
The easy death of the Rogue did seem strange but Ferr wished for nothing but the peace and order of Prontera, no matter what kind of means he used to accomplish it.
The Guild Master declared the end of today's meeting. "Well, there wasn't much happening. Ferr took care of the wanted Rogue… so… That is all."
Ferr hated the meetings his Guild Master called for but without being a member of an Official Guild that enforces regulation within the city, he would just be killing against the law.
He left the usual spot where the meetings were held and took the quiet path home. Around him were the ancient and more serene streets of Prontera. A few bright rays of light broke the darkness around him. The houses strangely stuck too close together and the overgrowth, which obstructed almost all light, spread throughout the place though he could still make his way past.
It was tranquil. Not many people came here. This was the place he liked most in Prontera but that didn't change the fact that Ferr was slightly insane. He still wanted the blood of every criminal that existed to be spilled in the most brutal way possible.
He walked out into a more open space. The light shone clearly here and he could see more of the environment around him. The brown, green and gray colors blended well together. Then, he spoke out, "You are looking for a violent death if you insist on following me any further." There was silence for a while.
Abruptly, a Rogue popped out of the same pathway Ferr took. "What, I don' have any right to… walk by here? Is that what yer sayin'?!" He said, sounding drunk then walked up to Ferr and saw the seal of the Strengthener's Guild on the Assassin's shoulder. "Well, MISTER Enforcer Assassin SIR?!"
Ferr thought that this Rogue was more intimidating that the last one. He could feel his power even when drunk. "No, but you watch your mouth or you'll end up without one to even say you're sorry." Ferr suggested.
"Wha? You talkin' to me?! No one tells me to shut… up!" He gave with a hiccup. "Why, you wanna take me on, huh?"
"You are slowly turning into a violator. Violators MUST be wiped out." Ferr threatened.
The Rogue took out his knife. "So you think I'm a criminal?! Huh?! Well, you all do!" He attempted to slash the Assassin's stomach. Ferr evaded with a backward step and hastily drew out his Katars. He seized the arm that was clutching the knife and tried to slice the neck with his free Katar but the enemy kicked Ferr in the legs. Ferr let go of his hand. The Rogue ran away and shouted out, "I'll get you next time!" now sounding sober.
Ferr couldn't catch him due to the pain in his legs. He thought, "That guy throws such kicks. And… he is a violator of the peace. I will have his head. Whether he likes it or not."
After a wind chime in a nearby house had sounded, he reached home. It was already night.
CHAPTER TWO
END.