(A/N): if there are any misspelled or hazy sentences, please excuse it. I tend to post it before editing it. nyah nyah /heh

Act III: Market fight II

It was dawn, as Valcan woke up, stretching his little hand with a matching yawn. It's been three days since that infamous fight. That was the only excitement that had ever happened in the past few weeks. Valcan was getting bored as usual.

'Yawn! I hope another fight'll happen today, gotta make money soon.'

Valcan headed to the market. While buying some meat and milk for breakfast, he heard some rocus on the street. Instinct immediately told him another fight is brewing.

'Oh by da' savages manes! dis must be my lucky day! I'll treat myself to a nice, big, juicy steak after this one.'

Immediately, he made his way unto the crowd while wondering what kind of fight he will witness today. In the middle of the street were five men, surrounding a lone stranger. The stranger did look familiar though.

'Oh by da sava…'

He was speechless after that. When he found out that the stranger was the same man who evened the bet a couple of days ago; still wearing his sakkat and ragged manteau.

'Dat stupid fool! Showing his money 'round da' market! He'll surely git what he deserves! Five thieves are surrounding him now, what'll he do? Dat fool!'

"'Ey Valcan! 'eres our bets!"

The crowd began calling Valcan for their bets. But the crowd was in an inevitable disappointment for what Valcan had to reply.

"No bets today! Sorry folks! No one in his right mind would bet 'gainst da thieves. Five thieves are surrounding him, what'ya expect people?"

Valcan continued.

"Unless someone's gonna bet 'gainst da thieves, you ain't winnin' anythin'!"

Sighs and groans were heard from the crowd but Valcan did have a point.

"A thousand zennies for the man"

A rough, cold voice paased through the crowd.

'What da'…'

'What's happnin' with da' world today! In da' middle o' da' street is a man bout' to be mugged for his stupidity an' another one's actually gonna do da' same?'

'People are getting' stupider diz' days… announcing a huge 'mount o' money on da' street! STUPIDITY AT IT'S FINEST!…'

Although with large sums of money, Valcan would be able to gain a lot from it. He still had a noble heart deep inside and disgusts him to see people gatting killed for cash.

But Valcan was in for a big surprise as he turned around.

'Oh by da...'

It was the assassin from three days ago. Vice versa, this time it was the assassin who would bet for the man.

'I thought dis sin was unpredictable. Now I know he's jez plain stupid.'

"Part of dat thousand was mine ya' know!"

Valcan remembering the 200 zennies, as the assassin neared him.

Still cold, but with a slight grim on his face.

"Don't worry, old man. I'm investing it."

Valcan tucking his shoulders and rolling his eyes.

"It's yer loss…"

But right now he was with a little ease, for there was an exception. Even though the assassin announced a large sum of money, no one would actually dare rob him! With the skills he showed three days ago, he was as safe as Baphomet himself; no one dares touches him. The crowd roared with excitement. They were actually going to make money off this. Somebody was stupid enough to make a bet!

"OKAY! PUT YER' BETS IN AN' LET'S START DA' FIGHT!"

Valcan announced with all his might. Trying to complete the bet as soon as possible.

"da' worth is two tA one! A sum of two thousand zennies for da' thieves an' a thousand zennies for da' man!"

"let da' fight begin!"

'I'm getting' too old for dis, screamin' at da' top o' my lungs seems ta' be catchin' up ta me'

'Hope ya' can pull dis' one off, stranger. Don't exactly wanna see ya' git killed'

'And ya too, sin. A thousand zennies, ain't too shabby, hope ya ain't loosin' it'

Valcan thought with a sigh.

In the middle of the street, the lone man stood motionlessly cold as the thieves surrounded him with menacing grins on their faces.

"Ain't too smart, stranger! Announcing yer cash on the street. And by the looks o' things three days ago, seems ya only gotten richer seein' as how ya won the bet… I have ta say dis is a very profitable kill!"

One of the thieves, which seemed to be their leader, announced.

"Yeah! Tough luck, pal!"

Another one blurted out.

The lone man just stayed quiet and motionless. With that, a thief behind him lunged forward with a dagger, trying to stab him on the back (as most thieves do comfortably). Without even looking back, the man sidestepped and caught the thief's arm as he was still lunging forward; twisting it, the thief flipped and fell on his back. As the thief was still on his back, the man kicked him on the chin and fell unconscious.

Surprise went around the crowd. Worry and disgust went next, for they couldn't afford loosing another bet because of the man responsible for taking it in the first place showed some fighting skills.

The four remaining thieves were aggravated. Two of them attacked at the same time, one from the back and one from the front. In a blink of an eye, the man ducked, as both thieves still lunged forward. Trying their very best to move away form each other's daggers; so not to stab one another. But it was too late; the man was already behind the one of the thieves taking a quick punch at the back of the head, rendered another thief unconscious.

The thieves' leader was getting frustrated.

'How'd he knocked out two o' my men without even breakin' a sweat!'

"What're ya doin you bunch of unreliable fabres!"

Looking at two of his remaining men.

"You two! Get behind him! I'll keep him busy!"

The two thieves followed, getting behind the man, their leader suddenly gave a big snarl as he lunged forward with his much superior looking gladius.

"Now! Attack him now!"

The two thieves dumbfoundedly followed, as their master was attacking like a raved beast. The man kept dodging their leader's strike until the two thieves neared behind him. To everybody's surprise, the man turned his back on the leader; facing the two thieves now.

"Yer dead meat!"

The thieves' leader snarled, as he lunges his gladius on the man's back.


Valcan was watching the fight closely. He couldn't help but look at the assassin who was just standing still, arms crossed; portraying a comfortable outlook.

'Does he have dat' much confidence on da' man? Can dat' man actually win 'gainst five thieves?'


The crowd's eyes brightened as it seemed like the man was actually going to get stabbed. They could actually win the bet… But they're in for devastation as the next set of moves occurs…

The crowd's eyes only widened when in a blink of an eye, the man vanished and instantly appearing behind the thieves' leader.

"Holy sm…"

"HOW'D HE GET THERE?"

"TELEPORTATION SPELL?"

Anger was heard among the crowd as the man was giving another quick but hard punch at the back of the thieves' leader's head.

"Who's next…"

The still surprised, remaining, two thieves heard him say with the coldest voice attainable. Eyes widened, they were smart enough carry their friends with them as they ran away.


Valcan couldn't help but think.

'Now, now… Two ice cold men arriving in da' past few days with excellent fighting styles… Maybe Prontera isn't dat' boring after all'