Chapter 2
Lance was walking away from the fort now, mentally talking to himself.
Well, I've seen this before…but what does it mean? With my reputation, it is obvious why they would select me in a ploy like this…but why not go with the obvious choice? Well, first order is to get Grashan ready to come with me…but still, why on earth can the knight not be trusted?
Walking through the city to where he kept his chocobo, Lance kept mentally talking to himself. As he walked by the bar, he came to the conclusion that a drink or two might help him think about this more. Going to Grashan could wait a little for this, he reason. However, as he walked in, someone else came out. They came out in midair, and flying through the air at a fast clip, slamming into the wall behind him hard enough to make it crack. The stone wall upon which the man was now slumping down, unconscious. The man who wore the uniform of a policemen of Igros. As he dashed in, he saw the man's partner, who was looking up at a large man with a terrified look on his face, and the man was certainly something to be feared. He was around seven feet tall, and weighed at least two hundred fifty pounds. He was bald, but was obviously not to be taken lightly.
"Fifteen hundred to whoever help me take down this man alive!" the policeman shouted, hoping to get some help on his side.
"Fools…" Lance mutter as he ducked behind a table. A few seconds later, the first wave of men flew back. It was to be expected. The most desperate were usually the weakest. Lance himself rose up from behind the table in about twos seconds, and charged the man himself, hand on the katana in his sheath. However, the man noticed him first, which eh hadn't expected, and started advancing.
"Another greedy bastard? I'll break your bones like the rest!!!!" the man shouted as he broke into an outright charge. Lance realized at the clip he was moving, he had no chance of getting the point in line to stop the man. So he sheathed his sword completely, and then whipped it out after the man got inside range with incredible speed. He carefully angled it so only the flat hit the man, but it hit them in the head. The man kept charging, more from momentum then anything else, but stopped just short of Lance to lean on a bar table. He wasn't showing it much, but the hit had rattled him hard.
"No bad, whoever you are. Most people are unconscious after a hit like that, but you even managed to stay stan…HWUH!!!!" Lance said, being cut off as the man brought up his left hand into him. Lance managed to move out of the way some, but not enough. He took the hit and went spiraling off, keeping himself form falling by putting his arm on a table for support like the other man had done a moment earlier.
"Shut your mouth and FIGHT!!!!" the man yelled charging again. However, in a flash of feet, all of the sudden the man was on the ground, screaming in agony. Lance had pulled of a quick succession of moves while faking injured. First, with a double kick, he had sent the kneecap around to the back of the man's knees, then separated them with his hands, and pulling the kneecap into the ex-joint. This man would NOT be walking for a while, or without a good doctor or priest and high cost. Knowing this, Lance turned to the policeman still conscious.
"Well, don't you own me fifteen hundred?" Lance said, smiling.
"I'll give you fifteen hundred! It'll cost twice that just to fix this guy…No money!" the policeman shouted back.
Lance's expression rapidly turned into rage, and with a pair of loud crashes, this man was now wearing 3 bar tables smash over his head, and had a few broken bones. Lance proceeded to write something on a piece of paper.
" This is the name of a doctor who will fix that guy up for five hundred, and you for one thousand. Consider that my pay, and next time keep the promises you make, " Lance replied, tossing the paper on the man's head as he strolled out of the bar, and towards the direction of the chocobo stables.