A man with slightly outlandish clothes sat musing in his room, a knight named Kenshin and a Paladin named Greed sat on either side of him, ready to attack and utterly destroy any threat to their master,
A leaf dangled from the man's mouth, he wore sunglasses to protect from the strong desert sun and had a burning blood bandana on his forehead, a sign of true power. He was Nghia, leader of the Assassins in Rune Midgard, of whom many women claim to be "The sexiest man alive".
Nghia yawned, lately nothing much had happened, although he was powerful, he usually chose not to do anything, but recently he had grown restless, and wanted to do something… what that something was, didn't matter.
"Xin…" he mumbled,
"You said something master?" Kenshin asked,
"No, it's nothing. What is that racket outside? It's annoying…"
"Probably more rabid fangirls." Greed said with a shrug,
"No, see, usually fangirls are yelling out my name, these people are just creating lots of annoying noises…"
An assassin limped into the room, his back was pierced by multiple arrows, "Sir… archers, lots of them… it's them…" then he collapsed,
Nghia stood up angrily, "Stupid people… why can't they just leave me alone…" he walked to the door, "Someone revive him before he dies."
"Master, don't you want us to handle it?" Kenshin said quickly,
"No, its okay, I'll do it myself." Nghia walked all the way to the entrance, where he looked out, there were about thirty, maybe forty archers, it was a bit of an unfair fight… for them,
He walked out and nimbly dodged the few arrows aimed at him, he laughed, "You really want to fight me? Then die!"
Nghia's high agility and vitality allowed him to talk hits without fear of mortal wound, like a scythe to wheat, yet his attack was not of a brutal barbarian, but in an oddly elegant way,
Like dancing, he stepped left and slashed, slid backwards followed by a wave of poisonous energy, suddenly disappearing, then reappearing by shooting out a line of spikes, skewering many into bloody corpses, twisting, he slashed the bow of a surprised archer and rammed his weapon through the man's larynx, a quick sideway flip and decapitated a young female archer who was readying another shot, slashing and weaving, finally he was left with a single frightened archer, with a quick slash, he chopped the man's arm off,
"Go and tell your masters… I will not relinquish control of the guild to people like them." Nghia said coldly, as the archer got up and ran as fast as he could,
Nghia then smiled; perhaps today wasn't that boring of a day after all…
A big giant, glowing and floating poring hovered in the skies, he was known as the god of the people in Rune Midgard, his name was Shingen and he felt there was something that was very out of place… very evil… but he just couldn't put his finger on it… not that he had any.