The streets of Chedo were crowded with people moving from one store to the next. A short blonde haired man with a large sack thrown over his shoulder pushed his way through. He sighted his guilds designated building and rushed inside. Setting the pack down on a wooden table in the center of the room he gasped, happy to have rid himself of the heavy burden. After a few moments, the man let out a whistle, and eleven men filed into the room from a door that was opposite the entrance. All of them gathered around the table, eagerly awaiting the sack's contents. The man leapt up on the table and opened the bag. He pulled out a few pieces of clothing and threw them to the ground. The next item retrieved from the bag made all the men in the room smile.
The short man grinned as he handed the pistol to a shirtless fat man that was standing closest to him. The fat man examined the gun to make sure it wasn't a toy of some kind. He nodded in approval and set the gun on the table. The short man continued pulling out weapons of all sorts, most of them were guns. When the bag was empty the short man jumped off the table and stood amongst the others. Every weapon on the table was for military use only. Several of the men standing around the table began picking up the weapons and admired them. On hand grasped the handle of the only sword on the table, then withdrew from the crowd. The fat man, who was now speaking with the short man smiled, but not for long. His face soon turned to one of horror. One minute he was there, the next he was gone. "Where did the guild master go?" asked on of the men who had been playing with the guns.
The room went quiet and everyone began to look around. The short man looked extremely confused. He felt a drop of water or something hit his nose and he touched it to see what it was. What he saw man him stop breathing and he looked up at the ceiling having no doubt as to what was causing the 'leak'. "Eeeeeek!" squealed the man falling on his backside. Everyone else looked at him, then followed his gaze to what was once their guild master. He was pinned to the ceiling by a sword that was once on the table.
"The hell?" yelled a strong looking man in confusion.
"What sort of joke is this?" asked another. A scrawny looking man beside him gulped, ran out of the room and into the back of the guildhall, his arms flailing above his head. Immediately after he disappeared he flew back though the door and onto the table, breaking it in half. Blood flowed from a large gash in his chest, covering the floor. The man died looking into the eyes of the strong man who was standing over him. The strong man scrambled backwards trying to make it out the entrance, but he was only about halfway when a tall hooded figure with dark green robes stepped out of the shadows and trusted his katana into the frightened mans skull. He let go of the sword leaving it in the dead man. Slowly he approached the table, several of the men held out their guns preparing to fire. The dark figure disappeared and yet another man along with him.
The short man, who was still on the floor fainted when the saw the man with the katana in his head. Everyone else had forgotten him and was busy searching franticly for the dark figure aiming their guns at anything that moved. Suddenly a figure appeared in the doorway opposite to the entrance. Half of them fired their weapons,"No wait!" cried the man in the doorway just before the bullets hit him. He stumbled into the room and collapsed on the floor, blood seeping from bullet wounds in his chest, forehead, and right shoulder.
Everyone was carelessly staring at the dead body, all but one that is. The man was holding two pistols and was in the left corner closest to the entrance. "Come and get me you bastard!" he yelled, directing everyone's attention to him. He searched the room for movement but found his eyes stopping on the man that died with a katana in his head. The katana was missing. The man shuddered and looked up just in time to see the hilt of the katana between his eyes, and feel its blade in his throat. The remaining six began firing their weapons at the dark figure but were too slow. They began reloading their weapons, except for one who was completely out.
" Someone gimme some ammo damnit!" he yelled when he felt a swift breeze pass him. One man held out his hand, which offered two bullets. The other ran to him to get the ammo but tripped. In a flash, the shadowy figure landed on the fallen man's neck, breaking it, and with a swing of his katana he sheathed it and disappeared once more. The man who had offered out his hand found that his hand had literally been taken graciously from his arm and was on the ground. He didn't have time to scream because the katana was in and out of his side almost instantly, killing him. Another man who was having trouble reloading his gun cursed and threw the weapon away. He noticed the dark figure standing in front of his just as the katana entered his stomach. He cried out in pain, falling to the ground like a puppet.
He figure approached the last three who where aiming their guns at him. He simply kicked one man out of the way and slid to the ground, slicing another's legs off. The man who he had kicked to the ground found himself impaled in the chest. Now there was only one left. He fired his gun but got nervous and his aim was way off. The figure slashed the man down the middle, splitting his entire body in half.
The figure removed his hood and sheathed his hood as he approached the fainted short man. He reached down and lifted the man by his shirt collar and slapped him a couple times. Slowly the man came to and saw the man who had awakened him. "Thank goodness you're here! Me and my friends here were attacked by a ruthless assassin! I thank you for saving me!" exclaimed the man clutching Scias's robes. Scias simply gave the man a toothy grin and pulled him closer.
"T .... Tell me w... where Russo ... is." he stuttered
The short man grinned as he handed the pistol to a shirtless fat man that was standing closest to him. The fat man examined the gun to make sure it wasn't a toy of some kind. He nodded in approval and set the gun on the table. The short man continued pulling out weapons of all sorts, most of them were guns. When the bag was empty the short man jumped off the table and stood amongst the others. Every weapon on the table was for military use only. Several of the men standing around the table began picking up the weapons and admired them. On hand grasped the handle of the only sword on the table, then withdrew from the crowd. The fat man, who was now speaking with the short man smiled, but not for long. His face soon turned to one of horror. One minute he was there, the next he was gone. "Where did the guild master go?" asked on of the men who had been playing with the guns.
The room went quiet and everyone began to look around. The short man looked extremely confused. He felt a drop of water or something hit his nose and he touched it to see what it was. What he saw man him stop breathing and he looked up at the ceiling having no doubt as to what was causing the 'leak'. "Eeeeeek!" squealed the man falling on his backside. Everyone else looked at him, then followed his gaze to what was once their guild master. He was pinned to the ceiling by a sword that was once on the table.
"The hell?" yelled a strong looking man in confusion.
"What sort of joke is this?" asked another. A scrawny looking man beside him gulped, ran out of the room and into the back of the guildhall, his arms flailing above his head. Immediately after he disappeared he flew back though the door and onto the table, breaking it in half. Blood flowed from a large gash in his chest, covering the floor. The man died looking into the eyes of the strong man who was standing over him. The strong man scrambled backwards trying to make it out the entrance, but he was only about halfway when a tall hooded figure with dark green robes stepped out of the shadows and trusted his katana into the frightened mans skull. He let go of the sword leaving it in the dead man. Slowly he approached the table, several of the men held out their guns preparing to fire. The dark figure disappeared and yet another man along with him.
The short man, who was still on the floor fainted when the saw the man with the katana in his head. Everyone else had forgotten him and was busy searching franticly for the dark figure aiming their guns at anything that moved. Suddenly a figure appeared in the doorway opposite to the entrance. Half of them fired their weapons,"No wait!" cried the man in the doorway just before the bullets hit him. He stumbled into the room and collapsed on the floor, blood seeping from bullet wounds in his chest, forehead, and right shoulder.
Everyone was carelessly staring at the dead body, all but one that is. The man was holding two pistols and was in the left corner closest to the entrance. "Come and get me you bastard!" he yelled, directing everyone's attention to him. He searched the room for movement but found his eyes stopping on the man that died with a katana in his head. The katana was missing. The man shuddered and looked up just in time to see the hilt of the katana between his eyes, and feel its blade in his throat. The remaining six began firing their weapons at the dark figure but were too slow. They began reloading their weapons, except for one who was completely out.
" Someone gimme some ammo damnit!" he yelled when he felt a swift breeze pass him. One man held out his hand, which offered two bullets. The other ran to him to get the ammo but tripped. In a flash, the shadowy figure landed on the fallen man's neck, breaking it, and with a swing of his katana he sheathed it and disappeared once more. The man who had offered out his hand found that his hand had literally been taken graciously from his arm and was on the ground. He didn't have time to scream because the katana was in and out of his side almost instantly, killing him. Another man who was having trouble reloading his gun cursed and threw the weapon away. He noticed the dark figure standing in front of his just as the katana entered his stomach. He cried out in pain, falling to the ground like a puppet.
He figure approached the last three who where aiming their guns at him. He simply kicked one man out of the way and slid to the ground, slicing another's legs off. The man who he had kicked to the ground found himself impaled in the chest. Now there was only one left. He fired his gun but got nervous and his aim was way off. The figure slashed the man down the middle, splitting his entire body in half.
The figure removed his hood and sheathed his hood as he approached the fainted short man. He reached down and lifted the man by his shirt collar and slapped him a couple times. Slowly the man came to and saw the man who had awakened him. "Thank goodness you're here! Me and my friends here were attacked by a ruthless assassin! I thank you for saving me!" exclaimed the man clutching Scias's robes. Scias simply gave the man a toothy grin and pulled him closer.
"T .... Tell me w... where Russo ... is." he stuttered
