A Lucky Hit

The assassin looked into the scope of his plasma powered sniper rifle, only to see a blur figure jumping around he fired a few shots, only to hear solid brick breaking apart.

"Damn…" he muttered to himself as he ran forward, hoping to get a better view, when suddenly he felt someone tapping on his shoulder. He whirled around to see a shotgun pointed in his face. His first reaction was to hit it away, and as he did that, he felt a stinging pain in his left shoulder.

Leaping backwards, he fired his rifle at the figure, only to find it missing. He scanned the area, only to see more and more white bricks. The pain in his left shoulder was more intense now, and to make things worse, he heard a scream, and the sound of metal hitting the streets of Prontera. Glancing over the side of the roof, he saw a giant white being riding on a huge armored horse.

Alongside it was a being that levitated in mid-air. It had skulls on its shoulders and a skull as a head. "I don't think that there is a festival today…" the assassin muttered to himself as he peered through the scope of his sniper rifle. The crosshairs locked onto the being with skulls all over him.

The assassin aimed at its head and pulled the trigger once.

Nothing seemed to happen to the being.

Twice.

Nothing.

Then, a cracking sound was heard as a hole erupted from the ground as another armored person leapt out.

He swung his sword around himself and slammed it into the ground. In moments, a gigantic cross of light emerged from under the 'skulled' being, and as it collapsed to the ground, he collapsed with it.

Ignoring the pain in his left shoulder, he leapt down from the roof and landed beside the armored human.

"Ragnarok… Stop…" he muttered as he mumbled something and a pillar of light engulfed the assassin. Instantly, the pain was gone along with the armored human.

He noticed a short blade in the armored human's hand and he picked it up. Two words were engraved into the hilt. "Fortune sword"

Examining another dagger he found near the fallen skulled being, he noticed another two words on the hilt. "Grim Tooth".

Instantly, he heard the sound of metal cutting through air as he held both daggers in his hands, unaware of the 'grim fortune' that awaited him…