The sun rose lazily over the horizon, the fog on the ground appeared and covered all creatures in its thick shroud. Besides the occasional poring bouncing around, all was silent…
Or was it?
"Hehe…" a young man in white wearing a large golden hat silently laughed as he hid behind the tree,
A swordsman was busy fending off the attacks of a lunatic, his sword cut again and again, finally, he placed his spiritual energies into the attack, and sword ripped through flesh and bone, the rabbit's white fur growing a crimson red, he stooped down and picked up some of the fur and a carrot which the rabbit was holding,
"Yay! I got another feather! Soon I'll have enough to make that cool Mr. Smile mask!" the swordsman said proudly, "I can't wait to tell my Heaven and Hell buddies about it!"
There was a noise to the right, and the last thing the swordsman saw was a fist smashing his face in, blood and teeth flew everywhere, the double ice broadsword he was holding flew right into the hands of the waiting monk,
"Hmm… not bad, I could use these cards!" he smiled looking at the cards imprinted into the blade; it was a simple yet costly method to remove them and turn them back into cards…
A slightly older man wearing white and red clothes looked at his companion; "Dammit Keou, I told you, you have to be careful with human life!" he went over to check the bleeding body which was barely holding onto life,
"Ch' if I wanted to kill him, I would've actually hit him." Keou said pointing out the fact that the hit and only grazed the swordsman's left cheek, "I actually, I'm surprised you're sober for once…"
"Anyway, he's going to make it, ah hell, we'll leave this to Origin to fix, let's get out of here." the older said,
"Whatever you say Decept." Keou replied cheerfully,
"My name is Deception…"
"Stupid witches…" a monk swore as she beat another bathory to oblivion with a combination of kicks and punches, the berserker she used cut cleanly through each, yet the monsters' sharp swipes left red scars on her skin,
She limped out of Clock Tower, she used a heal spell which closed many of her injuries, yet her body still ached from the training session,
A priestess stood nearby with a grin, "Had fun?"
"Yeah…" the monk grinned sitting down and kissing the priestess,
"I think you're training too much nowadays… you're strong enough already…"
"Hey, you're the one that doesn't want to go into Clock Tower!"
"True… hmm… I need to leave in a few minutes; I need to go to work."
"Aw c'mon, can't we have a little fun before you leave?" the monk said kissing the priestess again,
The priestess kissed the monk, "I don't know... you know I can't be late… my boss said…"
The monk shushed her, "You're one of his best workers; he isn't just going to fire you…"
The priestess pushed the monk away, "Keryil dear, we can do this after I go to work! Then we won't be pressed for time!"
Keryil gave a look of false sadness, and then she grinned, "Yeah sure, go ahead, I have to talk to Keou anyway; I'll probably find him in Prontera beating poor people inches away from death… see you later Sakura!"
Sakura drummed her pencil lightly against the clipboard, currently they had fifteen of the twenty rooms filled, well actually, it was thirteen of the fifteen rooms, but she knew that she would get at least three people injured by Keou on any given day, and one had already arrived.
Suddenly the front doors of the healing house burst open, a female archer collapsed in, her left arm was a tangled mess of tissue and bone, large cuts ran deep into her legs, her eyes had a haunted look in them, "It's coming…" then she collapsed dead onto the floor, Priests ran into the room and rushed her to an emergency area, but despite their best efforts, they were unable to resurrect the girl, she was beyond fixable…