Ok and its been a long time coming since I did something like this. I'm not afraid to admit I still feel rusty before, during, and after writing this one-off. But I think I made it work. If you are all things up to date with my delayed updates, you will be in the know that I am now prioritizing writing stories on OC-Centric rather than using a protagonist from a pre-established show or alike such as Fairy Tail. Anyhows thats all for now, So Let's get started.
A young teen was walking along a dirt road. Heading into town, he just managed to reach the gates when he was stopped by the local town watch. "Halt, anyone coming into Westmaple needs to have a permit." Said one of the guards as he waved down the teen. However just as the young man got within arms length, he suddenly vanished from both watchmens' line of sight. Confused they frantically scanned the area as the man in question continued on his trek several paces inside of Westmaple.
The town of Westmaple is a prosperous trade city that is home to many travelers and other like-minded folk. Traders usually have new items in stock around every week or so downtown at the market. While Pubs, Blacksmiths, and other buildings of various degree make up the surroundings. The main road is tiled stone and leads into the heart of the town where Westmaple's Chapel can be found.
However like many towns, Westmaple is also a hub for criminal elements. One Organization in particular is known to be a highly prominent in this respect. They are known to commoners and guardsman alike as Hellscars. This particular organization specializes in slave trading. Such practice was internationally banned by all kingdoms however a few laws won't stop folks like those who belong to Hellscars.
Speaking of Hellscars we rejoin a certain young man as he just stopped outside the main base of operations for Hellscars. Immediately one of the sentries notices the stranger and calls him out. "Hey kid, this ain't no place for someone like you. So drop your stuff and walk away." He spoke.
Unfortunately it doesn't have any affect on the young man and he doesn't even move an inch. Said act of defiance irritates the sentry who finally walks up to the young man. Standing a good few centimeters taller, the sentry bends over right into the teen's face. "Listen fucker, I only ask once. So now you'll have to die." He spoke cruelly.
At the same time, his fellow sentry on duty, An average height, overweight man wearing armor barely covering his chest made his way over. "Best listen to us kid, Adults like us set the rules and you should've followed them." He said wiping a few crumbs off his armor.
They didn't even have time to blink as the next thing they knew, the taller sentry had been thrown right at the entrance to Hellscars, so fast and so hard that it shattered the wooden doors like glass. Not to mention it didn't even stop the sentries' momentum until after colliding with the wall on the far side of the building. His fat friend on duty was understandably shocked.
Now angry, the sentry was only able to put a hand on his broadsword before he was punched into the ground and left a crater. Meanwhile the slavers inside the building started getting over their own shock as they started drawing weapons of their own. Everything from Swords, to axes, and spears, not to mention a few mages in the mix. The slavers were absolutely sure to make this cocky stranger feel the harshest punishment for his actions.
To the young man, he wasn't fazed in the slightest. He simply got into a fighting stance, adjusting his posture so his right side was in front of his left side by a slight margin. As the slavers charged, the young man dashed to meet them. Covering the distance instantaneously, easily shocked the closest slaver which they hesitated just long enough for the young man's fists to start cracking skulls. Sidestepping out of the way of a heavy downward vertical slash from a muscular fellow wielding an axe. The youngster immediately bent over backwords to avoid a followup horizontal slash from a sword aimed at his chest.
In a split second he had recovered from his akward position and delivered a devastating roundhouse with his left leg taking out the swordsman. As quickly as he struck, he immediately retracted his leg just enough to evade another downward diagonal swing from the axe. Taking advantage of where the axe was at, the young teen kicked off the flat head of the axe and unleashed a powerful knee strike to the man's face.
After landing safely back on the ground, the youngster was immediately hit by fire magic. As the still conscious slavers started cheering they were even more shocked to see the young man simply swipe away the fire like a curtain covering a window, not to mention he was completely unharmed from the fire. "Alright, I guess that's enough fun for one day." He finally spoke. Immediately after talking, to everyone's shock and horror, the immediate area around the young man
ignited in a brillant azure fire. Easily forming a perimeter around the youngster. Raising his left hand, the young man seemingly pushed the fire outwards, and much to the slaver's horror, the fire started moving. And it was fast. One of the first unfortunate ones caught a small spark on his clothes. Nothing he did would put out the fire, as it steadily got bigger and burned him alive. His screams didn't even last that much longer after that as the fire burnt even his bones and ashes away.
More and more slavers soon caught fire, even water would evaporate instantly. Soon not a single slaver could be heard. And thus the young man put the fire out, by closing his left hand. He could hear other voices, now. They were wondering what happened to the fire. 'Most likely the slaves.' The young man thought. As he started walking to free the slaves, he almost immediately stopped. The overweight sentry from earlier had finally woken up.
'His fat must have cushioned some of the blow' the young man thought with irritation. "Hey you monster, you might be powerful, but you're still human." The sentry spoke. That's when the youngster noticed a young white haired girl barely older than 12, one of her eyes had been slashed and from his current distance he couldn't tell if the eye was even usable. She was thankfully still clothed though it was just rags. Said girl was gasping for air as the sentry slowly choked the girl with his arm. "Give up and die--" the sentry had started. But just like last time, the sentry didn't have time to finish as the young man used his bare hand and slashed off a large chunk of the sentries' body, leaving a sizable hole in the sentries open side as he crrumpled over dead.
To the young man, he merely scoffed and burned off the blood on his hand. To the little girl, she was awed by how lethal this man was. After catching her breath, she started chasing after the older teen who had already begun freeing the slaves.
Righto that'll have to wrap up this particular story. Like it or hate it, i did mention how rusty i am. Anyways except more of these one-offs to find their ways here eventually. So i do hope you enjoy this fresher change of pace. I will see you all when i see you.