By: Darkknight

Being off balance, our hero quickly shifted his weight to face the opponent, and drove his rapier into the flail, tangling the chain around his blade. He then gave a prompt kick to the young girl, who fell to the floor, He put the end of the rapier to Lyn's neck, who was breathing rather rapidly.

"Good job!" cried Fals from across the room. She then put her staff butt end down in front of her and said, "Let's see how good you really are." She promptly charged at him. He quickly untangled his blade from Lyn's flail, who quickly ran off to the side.

Fals came at him from straight on, but she was wary of his blade. She made sure to avoid the blade if it came straight up, lest she run into it. She brought her staff down at the very end of it's range, and he brought his rapier up to parry, glancing the blow away as he nimbly dodged the attack. She then held the staff in both hands, smacking hard to the left and to the right. Each time, he nimbly stepped just out of her reach. He then put up his rapier ad began parrying, striking at her shirt, only barely cutting the edges of the shirt. Fals made one final attempt, striking from one side, but then immediately whipping the staff around to the other side, but he wasn't fooled. He stopped short as he went to his left and brought his blade around to the right, blocking the blow. He then slid off the staff, brought his sword around, and put a slash right down the front of Fals's shirt.

"You're good," she said, laughing while she looked at her torn shirt, then walked over and slapped him across the face, saying, "And don't you dare try that stunt again." All the young man could do was stand there and smile.

Next, as Fals left to get a new shirt, Pyth came to him and said, "Hey man, You're really good."

"Thanks," replied the young man, but didn't say more, leaning on the wall with the rapier again in its scabbard.

"Wow, man, you're real cold. Not a big talker are you?"

"No. I find it a waste to talk about such trivial matters."

"Man, you may be kick-ass, but you are one real jackass when it comes to dialogue." With that Pyth left the room. Shortly after, Lyn left, and in came Fals, saying that he was needed in the briefing room.

"We'll tell you about what we need you to do," she said, with a wink and smile.

The man walked with Fals down a narrow corridor to a small dark room. Inside was a small spotlight shining against a big computer monitor. On the screen was the insignia for the service.

"We've received intelligence that the dictatorial state of Germany is planning to break the truce. He plans on taking over the world with a new device, though nobody knowsv what it's called, nor what it does. Pyth," Fals said, turning to the man leaning back in his seat, "You will go with Lyn and find out about this machine."

"But, she isn't exactly the silent type..." he complained.

"Doesn't matter, you might need some firepower to get back out of there, and Lyn's the one for the job." She then turned to the other male in the room, who was leaning against the wall. "You and I are going to Germany to meet up with a contact who knows something about the dictator's generals."

"Ok then, let's get going," the young man replied. They all went into the hangar, where they got into a chopper, which was going to drop them off close at the German capitol.

As the chopper began to lift-off, Pyth said, "Man I love flying in this tin can."

As they flew through the air, they all introduced themselves thoroughly.

"Hi, I'm Pyth. As you know, my weapons of choice are small pointy things. I like really like hot chicks, and don't like "

"I'm Lyn. My flail was given to me by my dad, who doesn't know I work for this service, or else he'd flip-out. He's really protective about me and all. I like music, but really hate food. It makes me fat..."

"My name is Fals. My weapon of choice is a staff, and I can use quite a bit of magic as well. I like hot French guys, but don't like incompetent people."

"My name is Jils," the young man said, "My weapon of choice is a rapier, given to me by my Great Grandfather. I like grapes, I don't like annoying people."

After the formalities, they began to talk about they're life. Jils's life was quite boring and repetitive, so he didn't tell his life's story.

As they reached the border, the chopper suddenly stopped, throwing everyone around the cargo area.

AN: Ok, this one is mostly finished, just need some info to fill in the likes and dislikes of each of the characters. I have asked Ella if she could do some drawings of each character, but I don't know what her answer is. I hope to be able to post some pictures of the people.