"No matter how bright your smile is your demons eyes will still shine brighter to those with eyes keen to observation"

Morango was walking home from the store when some shady figures walked up to him, a taller one walked up to him, he looked Morango in the eyes and spoke roughly.

"Hey do you know what street your on?"

"No sir, I'm kinda new in Vale" he chuckled nervously

A woman walked forward and spoke to him, her red hair was the only thing worth noting as she was plain otherwise, she spoke in the same tone.

"OUR street"

"Ma'am you sound upset I promise you that I mean you no illness"

They giggled, Morango started counting in his head, he counted seven.

"Are you already grovelling, we see that sword on your back? aren't you even gonna try to fight us?"

He forgot that he had his sword on him, it was a Zweihander nearly as large as him, considering that Morango was a large man it was very impressive, if he had to guess it's length he'd guess that it was roughly six foot long which would give him four inches on it.

"Is my sword why you folks targeted me? if so I apologize, I'm a huntsman, I mean no harm"

She shook her head "No! your on our goddamed street!"

"Language ma'am, what if a kid was around"

The man spoke "Kid? there would be no kid on this street, they have too much sense to walk here"

"Why? Because of you folks, no offense but it's obvious that you are unskilled in combat, I'm sure any child could defeat you"

"The fuck did you just say!"

"Language ma'am, that's something you shouldn't make a habit out of"

"What!? What makes you think we won't just beat your ass!?"

"Probably the stance your taking, I could defeat you all with one swing if I do it fast enough, your all open to your left side"

They all looked about and moved around, each with a different opinion on what leaving yourself open meant, most of which were wrong.

He sighed "Have you guys ever fought before?"

"Shut the fuck up and fight us!"

He unsheathed his sword.

"Ma'am. Language" he began getting ready to swing it slowly, they all readied their various weapons to block the attack.

But as soon he got ready to make contact with them he vanished and appeared behind them, hitting them on the opposite side than they were planning, the sword flung all of them against a wall and he began to sheath his sword as he walked over to the tall man and the red haired woman.

"Ma'am and Sir, could you do me a favor"

They nodded weakly

"You and all of your folks should go to a hospital, I know that most of you had auras to defend yourself but just in case"

"What...the fuck is wrong with you?"

he sighed and lifted his foot above her head "Ma'am, language"

his foot slammed into her head, her aura having already been depleted was not there to defend her.

He kept his foot on her head "Say sorry ma'am, if there's a kid nearby they need to see a good example out of their adults"

"S-sorry s-sir!"

Some blood began to trickle from her head.

"Good girl" he took his foot off of her skull, blood and spit strands stuck to his shoe as he pulled away, he set his foot back down.

"Also, I'd suggest you and your folks train up, so if you ever pick a fight again you may be able to stand a chance"

They nodded weakly and scared as he began to walk away again.

He looked back at her and winked "Huntsman are strong aren't they~?" he giggled at his joke.

He is many things but unfortunately huntsman is one of them.

He is much more than that however.

Something much more powerful.

AN: This is the second to last 'Trailer' and my personal least favorite tbh, the next one is my honest favorite tho :)