The weapons of a berserker
"A berserker without dangerous weapons is like a cat without its curiosity."
They'd gathered, every one of them inside the large hut in the middle of the village, it was huge and had most defiantly had the most work put into it, huge beams of wood crossed beneath the ceiling, and down the walls to support the building. Almost all of the villagers (other than the sick.) had gathered inside the building talking quietly among themselves about the incident that had happened. The two children clung to their mothers none of them dared speak as the village defender, leader and warrior stood over them all upon a wooden stand so that he could be seen. He was young, and a good-looking man, Thick black hair flowing over his shoulders, deep blue orbs, which followed along his people. "My people!" They hushed as he spread out his arms. "Do not threat! But a murderer is on the loose, in the forests and around this area." A few sound whispers spread throughout the villagers and they soon hushed as their leader cleared his throat. "Do not treat! Our village doctors and experts are checking up on the body which was found so that we can identify what kind of being has been doing this." As if on some kind of call came a tall man, who towered over the leader, he looked down upon him, holding a serious expression upon his face he spoke. "The subject has been identified." The villagers, silent and where in waiting for the tall mans answer. Slinking soundly between the cloths, which acted as the huge buildings door came a being. The back door leading up to the stage was in his sights. "This age has become infected by ill stricken kind, those who think they are able to kill, to hurt others who are weaker then themselves. We must act as a group to stop these kinds of people before they multiply.." It wasn't long until he had come to the main stage the village leader was standing. He stood behind the two, claws edging against ones skin in one swift motion it hadn't ripped though what seemed like four blades had marked deeply into the back of his neck, he fell first to his knees then to the floor his head hitting the ground, small trickles of blood flowing from past his ears, the tallest was dead, that nerve in his neck was broken. Villagers gasped, females held what offspring they had and the males stood their ground as if to protect their wives and children, the children huddled softly against their mothers, some stood by their fathers as in a fight of desperation would have been needed. It rose, the village leader now turned, those who saw his face would of glimpsed the deep and frightened expression. Standing before him stood a being that had taken refuge in the shadows of some draping curtains beside the stage. Darkness had taken his form making him even more intimidating; all that was seen was thick, rusty blood, dripping from those claws, those weapons of that being. Now his race was discovered, from those distinctive weapons known as the gloves of assassin the Takagi. A thick, light brown glove which would be fastened by leather lace, crossed at the wrists. Fingerless, and at the knuckles would be four wide holes, holes which would encase four long steel claws, each was as long as the other and each easily flowed over his slender digits, beneath his knuckles, what held a steel bar edged between the thumb and palm of his hand, it was taken by four fingers, clasping and wrapping around its cold, rounded edges. The figure brought it to his face, lips parted as a pink tongue curled from them, with one lap at the longest blade and the blood was gone, he grinned slightly stepping forward in full view, each time he stepped forward, each being stepped backwards looking up at the repulsive being. He turned, they watched, he looked at the Doctors body so did they, his lips twisted into an evil and murderous smirk, they kept hold of their frightened expressions. "I hate all you monks and doctors!" He spat at the body of the doctor, it landed faintly next to the mans face. Then with a shrill scream he brought his head to the air, like a beast unknown to man, he looked dangerous in every way as he came from the darkness. His hair was black, greasy and spiked in flat directions a few loose strands flowed over his practically pupil-less orbs. He seemed fairly tanned for someone two seemed to lurk in the darkness, and his face had strange tribal markings upon it, on each cheek where two long green stripes which lashed at the tips of his features, and two more flowing down his forehead just above his visuals. Small beads of sweat flowing down his face, wetting that strange clothing which was practically unseen, He turned around and fled, out the back doorway and into the forest from where he whence came.
"A berserker without dangerous weapons is like a cat without its curiosity."
They'd gathered, every one of them inside the large hut in the middle of the village, it was huge and had most defiantly had the most work put into it, huge beams of wood crossed beneath the ceiling, and down the walls to support the building. Almost all of the villagers (other than the sick.) had gathered inside the building talking quietly among themselves about the incident that had happened. The two children clung to their mothers none of them dared speak as the village defender, leader and warrior stood over them all upon a wooden stand so that he could be seen. He was young, and a good-looking man, Thick black hair flowing over his shoulders, deep blue orbs, which followed along his people. "My people!" They hushed as he spread out his arms. "Do not threat! But a murderer is on the loose, in the forests and around this area." A few sound whispers spread throughout the villagers and they soon hushed as their leader cleared his throat. "Do not treat! Our village doctors and experts are checking up on the body which was found so that we can identify what kind of being has been doing this." As if on some kind of call came a tall man, who towered over the leader, he looked down upon him, holding a serious expression upon his face he spoke. "The subject has been identified." The villagers, silent and where in waiting for the tall mans answer. Slinking soundly between the cloths, which acted as the huge buildings door came a being. The back door leading up to the stage was in his sights. "This age has become infected by ill stricken kind, those who think they are able to kill, to hurt others who are weaker then themselves. We must act as a group to stop these kinds of people before they multiply.." It wasn't long until he had come to the main stage the village leader was standing. He stood behind the two, claws edging against ones skin in one swift motion it hadn't ripped though what seemed like four blades had marked deeply into the back of his neck, he fell first to his knees then to the floor his head hitting the ground, small trickles of blood flowing from past his ears, the tallest was dead, that nerve in his neck was broken. Villagers gasped, females held what offspring they had and the males stood their ground as if to protect their wives and children, the children huddled softly against their mothers, some stood by their fathers as in a fight of desperation would have been needed. It rose, the village leader now turned, those who saw his face would of glimpsed the deep and frightened expression. Standing before him stood a being that had taken refuge in the shadows of some draping curtains beside the stage. Darkness had taken his form making him even more intimidating; all that was seen was thick, rusty blood, dripping from those claws, those weapons of that being. Now his race was discovered, from those distinctive weapons known as the gloves of assassin the Takagi. A thick, light brown glove which would be fastened by leather lace, crossed at the wrists. Fingerless, and at the knuckles would be four wide holes, holes which would encase four long steel claws, each was as long as the other and each easily flowed over his slender digits, beneath his knuckles, what held a steel bar edged between the thumb and palm of his hand, it was taken by four fingers, clasping and wrapping around its cold, rounded edges. The figure brought it to his face, lips parted as a pink tongue curled from them, with one lap at the longest blade and the blood was gone, he grinned slightly stepping forward in full view, each time he stepped forward, each being stepped backwards looking up at the repulsive being. He turned, they watched, he looked at the Doctors body so did they, his lips twisted into an evil and murderous smirk, they kept hold of their frightened expressions. "I hate all you monks and doctors!" He spat at the body of the doctor, it landed faintly next to the mans face. Then with a shrill scream he brought his head to the air, like a beast unknown to man, he looked dangerous in every way as he came from the darkness. His hair was black, greasy and spiked in flat directions a few loose strands flowed over his practically pupil-less orbs. He seemed fairly tanned for someone two seemed to lurk in the darkness, and his face had strange tribal markings upon it, on each cheek where two long green stripes which lashed at the tips of his features, and two more flowing down his forehead just above his visuals. Small beads of sweat flowing down his face, wetting that strange clothing which was practically unseen, He turned around and fled, out the back doorway and into the forest from where he whence came.