Chapter Nine: The Dark Lord's Sleep Part 2

Chapter Nine: The Dark Lord's Sleep Part 2

The punks turned around. The flowing red figure merely stared at them, with a piercing gaze. Vader swallowed. He turned around. Everybody was just as tense. The man wasn't even doing anything, but his mere stance struck an atmosphere.

"In the name of the Dark Lord, and the Guardian Order, desist," he repeated.

"FUCK YOU, FUCKING SHIELDFUCK! BOYS, GET HIM!" said the Punk leader.

The Punks all leaped at the man. Vader's eyes widened. He didn't know people could even jump that high. Apparently, they could. The Man disappeared, causing the three punks to crash into each other in mid-air. Then, he grabbed their collars and threw them away, but not before planting a Steely into the leg of the leader punk. The leader didn't budge. He simply took the Steely out, and charged at the red figure, using it as a weapon.

"DIE SHIELDFUCK, DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!"

The red man kicked the steely out of his hand, and then gave him one across the face, sending him flying into a wall.

"Leave, before my mercy wears thin, and my Steely grows fond of your throats."

The punks didn't need anymore encouragement. They all fled for the hills.

2 hours later….

Vi, Vader, and Munchy sat across a small fire, roasting sausages, while their savior stared at them silently. Violet hungrily devoured the sausages. Vader whispered to Munchy.

"Munchy, I'm scared. Who is this guy?"

"Shut up, meow. I think I have this situation all figured out. Let me do the talking, meow."

Munchy cleared his throat loudly, and began talking.

"So uh, thank you for saving us back there, meow! You're a Guardian, right meow?"

The man didn't reply. He only stared harder.

"What now?" asked Vader.

"If either of you two arrive here at Kerning City with the intention of becoming Thief class Guardians, I can only suggest that you leave. You are running a fool's errand," said the red man.

"Oh, noooo! You have it all wrong! We're Guardians already, see? Grendel the Really Old made us Mages, and we're just here to find our friends, who are trying to become Thieves," said Vi.

"Then it's all the more reason to head back. I would hate to see your foolish innocence shattered by the sight of your friends' mangled corpses."

Vi jumped up, and began screaming.

"Hey! Who said they were dead? They're pretty strong, you know! We've fought Dark Followers and a Mushmom before, so don't treat us like-"

"A noob. That's all you are: a weak little noob, with heads too big for your own good."

Vi fell into silence, and all the while, the man's face didn't change a bit.

"Can you help us find our friends at least, meow?" said Munchy.

"If you're so intent on finding them, you may do so yourself. I can never set foot inside Kerning ever again. Besides, these things are the duties of a true Guardian. If you are truly not noobs as you claim to be, you should have no problem on your own."

"What an asshole," said Vi.

"Vi! Shut up!" said Vader.

"Let the girl speak her mind. I have no qualms of it. You'll still have to find your friends by yourselves."

Vader felt a little disappointed, and Vi was angry as ever. Munchy sighed.

"Alright then. First thing tomorrow, meow. We'll go in town and look for those two, meow."

"But who were those guys who hit us? What if there are more of them?" said Vi.

"Run, don't fight. Run very fast," said the red thief.

In the corner of the Kerning City was a small bar, with pool tables, drugs, and girls to go around for anyone welcome. And in the center of this place sat Cueball, the head honcho of all chaos in the city, worried out of his mind.

"This is bad shit. All these Shieldfucks showing up out of nowhere. I thought the Guardian Order gave up on this place! What are they doing now?"

"Relax, Cueball. They're probably just lost nooblings," said one of the gangsters.

"They ain't no nooblings I ever heard of, man. Ain't no nooblings I know beat up all these guys in one day."

And watching this confusion from the corner, hidden in the shadows, was a figure. He smiled slightly. It'd been a long while since the Guardian Order had given him an apt challenge. Now was a good time to flex his Dark Way muscles. He spoke to Cueball, and his goons, who were under the impression they ran the city.

"Do stop whining, boys. They are indeed, nooblings, albeit, ones who got lucky. I sense them coming this way right now."

"Master Noru! I always knew you'd be able to solve these things!"
Noru grabbed for his dagger. He smiled.