Polerman Hey people just thought of this character one day and the idea sort of grew into a chapter and well here it is, enjoy.

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Logan Corey

CH.1 #1 Gene Wilder

Logan Corey stood there in the middle of the busy streets of Meltokio. It was about mid day and everyone in the whole city was trying to get their last minute errands finished before nightfall and it didn't make his job any easier than it already was.

His job of course was to assassinate the famous Gene Wilder son of Seles Wilder and intelligence reports say Gene was supposed to be walking down the narrow strip of Merchant Alley sometime soon. Merchant Alley itself was in the back area of the grand city and connected itself to the slums and from the slums you could get anywhere.

Logan had no idea why someone of Gene's class would take a back way in instead of the front door but this just made it easier for Logan to kill him. Logan knew he couldn't get ahead of himself and tried to put a few negative thoughts into his head so he wouldn't make it seem so easy to himself. 'Gene does have a few cronies that could give off a good fight.' Logan noted mentally to himself as he started to move to the right hand side of the alley and prepared his bracers for a fight.

Logan leaned up against a wall that wasn't taken by one of the many merchant stands that seemed to have just grown into the alley itself. He continued to tug and fiddle around with bracers that he wore on his hands. Most who did not know who Logan was thought the choice of bracers for weapons a stupid idea but Logan had proven time and time again how effective his weapons were.

Logan then heard his cue, horse shoes on cobblestone streets. Logan stopped tugging at his bracers and looked to his right to see about two dozen mounted horsemen surrounding a well dressed nobleman. The description intelligence had given him was right on the money. Red hair, well dressed, and a stupid grin displayed across his face the whole time.

Logan pulled the sleeves of his black shirt over his bracers and the put them in his pockets to better conceal them from Gene's bodyguards. The people clouding the alley began to move to either side of the parallel walls and watched in awe as the noblemen passed, all went in silence as he passed them.

Logan knew these people would rather tare him limb from limb but did not because of the fear that they all felt from seeing the drawn weapons of Gene's bodyguards. Logan had no such fear, he had seen worse than drawn weapons in a public street.

Logan began to make his way into the middle of the open alley to block the small convoy that made it his way. The clip clop of horse hooves on stone stopped a few meters in front of him. His head was dipped down to hide his face from them and the long cloak he wore hide the rest of his body as he stood in their path.

The sound of hooves on stone came again but only a set of one could be heard. "You their in the street move out of the way or be trampled by our steeds." Said an unidentified voice Logan didn't want to put to memory and probably never would.

Logan smiled. "Is that a threat?"

The man who had made the backhanded threat hesitated to respond to Logan's question. "No my good man, I just wish to move this convoy to the palace. With your leave of course good sir."

Logan knew this guy was most likely a page or a trainee and was only talking nicely because. "Why of course you may leave…" The page nodded and started to move and as did the rest of the convoy but Logan still stood in the way.

"You said we had permission to leave, so what's the hold up?" The page said impatiently to Logan.

"…I said you may leave…but your master may not."

The page retreated slightly and the rest of the convoy moved forward to protect Gene slightly better. "So, is that a threat?" the young page asked.

Logan raised his head and looked at the neatly formed line they had formed with their so called steeds blocking up the whole alley. Logan then nodded his head. "Aye I do threaten, but not you young page. Please leave I wish not to spill a young boy's blood here in these streets."

Silence held for a few delicate seconds before their employer interrupted it. "Enough, I'm not paying you to talk civil and compromise. I'm paying you to kill anyone who gets in my way. So don't just stand there. Earn your damn pay and kill this dog." Gene shouted from behind his wall of bodyguards.

The horses started to trot slowly as they started to make their way to Logan. 'Man what a bunch of idiots. I'm the one on offense you should just wait for me to attack you guys, but hey they wouldn't be mercs if they didn't get mad when their pay was being threatened.' Logan thought as he waited for the small attack force to get closer.

They then drew their weapons and prepared to charge when all of a sudden Logan shot forward at inhuman speeds and drew his bracers from his pockets and swung as hard as he could horizontally at the front rank of horses. With high pitched whaling from the horses the front rank was practically shattered. The unlucky ones to take the blow were knocked off their horses and the horses flew back a few feet and as soon as they got to their feet they took off running in the opposite direction of Logan.

The second rank was too awestruck by the demonic swing that most were taken off their steeds and sent to the ground. The few left on top of their horses were involuntarily being forced to run away by their cowardice animals they rode.

Logan was left vulnerable for a few second after his demonic swing because the weight of the bracers made him do a pathetic 180 spin on his feet leaving most of his back open and the enemy didn't take any chances. The young page especially didn't and thrusted his lance from atop his horse at Logan's back.

Logan being the strong man he was lacked speed and aim so by the time he even had time to react to his open state and was impaled by the young pages lance. "Ugh…son of a…" was all Logan could say as he clenched his jaw harder as the page started to twist the lance. Logan clenched his right bracer fist hard swung a hard as he could behind him and in doing so shattered the lance in half leaving the spear head still in his back.

Logan then turned around and prepared for the worst and raised his fists up. He didn't have time to see who was attacking but it was one of the bodyguards who fell off their horses. Logan got a glance at the charging figure armed with a short sword and a basic round shield.

The bodyguard swung his sword down at Logan's general form but Logan was ready and brought his wrists together and raised them over his head and allowed the blade to hit his armored fists. Logan then easily freed his left hand from the metal on metal lock of the two weapons and brought it into a fist and sent it towards the bodyguards face.

Logan Corey had been known in most pubs and bars as a brawler and all feared his left jab and that's because it could break about five bones anywhere it hit and could send an average man flying three meters away. And that's just what had happened to the dumb mercenary.

The rest of the small entourage stopped in their tracks. They know saw what Logan truly was capable of and knew they did not want to be the first one to be hit by his demonic strength.

Logan gathered himself once again and looked at what was left of the convoy. Three mounted men, six on foot, and three heavily armored men with Gene at the back. Logan knew he had the mercenaries terrified beyond their thresholds and all it would take is a little more. Logan reached behind his back and firmly gripped the spear head in his back and forcefully pulled it out and dropped it to the ground.

There were looks of disgust in the mercenary's faces and Logan knew they didn't want to fight someone of his caliber. "So, anyone else want to play hero with me?" Logan said arrogantly to the mercenaries. The empty silence continued to plague the small group that was left to defend Gene Wilder. "Is there no one else!" Logan shouted knowing that would set them off.

"Well, are you men going to take that or do I have to lessen your damn pay?" Gene shouted.

Gene's men were still uneasy about attacking Logan and stood their ground. "Fine then dammit don't get paid!" Gene shouted once again but this time someone responded.

"Like hell we're going into that!" shouted one of the few men left.

"Alright fine get your cowardice hides out of my sight."

The six or so men left of the group bowed their heads to Logan and then filed pass Logan in a single file line and left. Logan then smiled and looked intently at Gene. "Looks like its just me and you Gene Wilder."

Gene then dismounted and drew his blade and walked slowly forward. Logan followed suit and raised his fists up to his waist. The two fighters just kept advancing towards each other little by little till they were a few meters apart.

Gene rested his sword on his right shoulder and leaned back and eyed Logan. Logan had fought many people but there was something different about this guy something Logan couldn't put his finger on but it somewhat scared Logan to a degree. His opponents usually had some sort of sign of uncertainty whether it was a scared look on their face, or trembling hands, tapping of the feet, something that gave them away but Gene didn't, did this mean he wasn't scared or. Or. Was it something Logan's intelligence forgot to tell him?

"You look scared assassin." Gene said as he lowered his sword to his waist.

Logan finally realized he was showing all the signs of fright sure just faint hints but enough for his opponent to know of. "And what if I said I was?" Logan said as he smiled.

"Don't worry I won't be your first opponent anyway."

"Oh really, then who is my first opponent?"

Gene raised his left hand and signaled someone from behind. Logan didn't know what to expect and just waited for who it was. There was the sound of hooves on stone once again as a lone person on a horse approached slowly from the rear and then picked up the pace shortly after they came into view.

The rider was short to frank but Logan knew enough not to judge a fighter by their size but by their heart and will to fight. The rider met Logan only a few feet away before dismounting and sending the horse away to a safer place.

Short was an understatement Logan's opponent was the size of a 15 year old girl. Most of her features were covered by a long rag like cloak with the hood up hiding all but the lower part of her face. On looped on her back was a rather large wood cutters ax and she reached seamlessly behind her to retrieve it. Logan mentally noted to himself to never underestimate a women ever again and she being a fine example not to.

'Man for a school girl this broad is strong, maybe even stronger then me. but remember Logan your mission isn't to kill young girls its to kill Gene Wilder, so try and get her distracted and then give Gene the old one two and be done with this damn mission and on to the next.' Logan argued to himself angrily.

The young girl had the ax held low to the ground and Logan had his bracers held at his waist and at that moment they both knew that the fight was now officially able to begin. "Begin!" Gene shouted from far behind.

Logan and the young girl were both ready and shot off the ground like lightning towards each other. Logan was slightly slower than her but it wasn't exactly a disadvantage, it allowed him to see her wind up her ax to her right and prepared to swing at him. Logan quickly calculated a way of avoiding the axe but thought it would be better to guard it instead. So Logan stopped suddenly and brought his left fist into a guarding position to his left lower body. The ax blade forcefully slammed into Logan's bracer and sent him flying to the wall.

Logan crashed hard into the stone wall with his right shoulder with splinters of concrete and plaster flying away in random directions. Logan knew she wouldn't wait for him to recover and hurriedly turned to face her and quickly crossed his wrist and raised them just in time to guard against a sledgehammer of a blow.

Logan's wrist and the young girls axe stayed somewhat connected as Logan tried to stop the ax from splattering him to the ground. Logan thought of doing the same maneuver as he did before in this position but knew of he did he would end this battle for him. So instead he started to push harder upwards in hopes of deflecting the ax away.

Logan started slowly to mislead his opponent into thinking he was struggling and then suddenly pushed off fast and hard sending the girl tumbling slightly to regain her balance and Logan didn't wait for her to do so and dumbly tackled into her with his injured right shoulder sending her back a few feet. But Logan still wasn't done, he wound up his right fist and swung forward with all his weight.

The girl quickly knew that if the fist hit her it would most likely kill her or critically wound her so she quickly brought her axe up on its flat side in front of her face and planted her left hand on the back of the flat. The bracer fist collided with the ax head and sent her barreling towards the wall behind her but unlike Logan she planted her feet firmly on the stone floor of the street in hopes of stopping before she crashed hard against the concrete wall. Luckily enough she managed to slide till the wall stopped her she impacted against it but not as hard as Logan had.

Logan knew he had her against the ropes and continued his assault; he darted towards her with his right fist drawn back ready to swing and easily closed the space between them with only a few full length running strides. Logan swung his right fist hard towards her not caring if she would guard again or not.

She just ducked under the incoming fist only by a few inches and heard it collide right above her head. They were too close to each other for her to use her axe effectively but none the less she gripped up near the ax head and swung the handle at Logan's gut.

Logan winched and made a small groan as he backed away after getting hit by his opponents axe handle. He then went on the defensive and guarded two more axe blows with his bracers.

The battle continued with Logan and his opponent attacking, defending, switching from defensive to offensive when they broke their opponents combos or concentration. It was a constant back and forth battle that neither one was winning, Logan would manage to get a few attacks in and get hit by a few.

Logan was then finally starting to feel the extent of his wounds when he had just now defended against another axe blow from above and got into another weapon lock. He held his stance against the pressing down of his opponents axe. "Uhg…" Logan groaned as he started to push upwards like before and just remembered. 'Your mission isn't to…' Logan then shoved her away and bolted towards and about two meters away Logan jumped towards him and wound up his right fist and swung hard at Gene's face. He didn't expect the sudden attack so he was easily slain off his horse by a demonic right hook to the side of his face.

A very loud cracking sound echoed throughout Merchant Alley which came from Gene's neck. Logan landed not too shortly after with both feet firmly planted on the ground and then he heard it. The sound of someone pouncing into the air from behind, he knew he had to act now or face the severe consequences which could be fatal. So with any speed he had left he dashed right tripping over his own feet and rolled clumsily out of the way of a huge ax colliding with the ground.

Logan slowly collected himself off the ground and faced his attacker. Her hood had come off her head from such a quick recovery and revealed who she really was to Logan. 'Presea Combatir the young wood cutter from Ozette and Martel has she changed.' Logan thought as he gave her an up and down glance.

After his quick analyze he came up with the conclusion that she had slightly grew up because for as long as Logan remembered she always had those weird pink pigtails, some type of skirt/dress type of thing she wore, and was short but now as Logan now looked at her and noted a few changes. For one she still had the pigtails and skit thingy but she had finally grown slightly from the last time they met. A few more inches than her usual 4' 6" making her about 5' which was a huge change considering the last time he saw her was when she was 13 or 14 but now she was either 15 or 16 which was somewhat of a long time in most peoples cases.

Presea gave Logan the same up and down glance and then looked at his face a while longer before her face lit up with a smile and a mad dash to give him a hug. Logan received the hug with much joy because he hadn't had a lovable embrace in a while that didn't include a fee or a sorry we can't see each other anymore because of a top secret mission.

"Presea, oh Martel how have you been, kid!" Logan said as he lifted her up off the ground and spun her around in his arms.

"Fine Logan, just absolutely fine." She said breathlessly as he put her back down on her feet.

They spent a few more minutes in just senseless joy and friendly embraces back and forth as they just didn't need words to explain the joy they felt at this moment. Loan slung his arm around her shoulder and continued his gruff chuckling.

"So, what are you doing around here of all places kid, and especially around with this bum." Logan began as he motioned towards the dead man on the ground nearby.

"Oh uh, about that…" Presea began as she put a forced smile on her face. "Well when you left Ozette I sort of…sigh…ran out of money and signed on with the nearest band of mercenaries that would take me…" she paused and looked at the ground in an 'I'm ashamed' look and started to well up in tears.

"Hey don't get sad…I understand but, come on remember what I told ya. I'm Logan Corey and Logan Corey does anything and I mean anything for his friends…and you can take that to the bank!" Logan shouted as he put her in a headlock and ruffled her hair up.

When Logan released her from the tiny headlock he looked into her eyes and saw a different kind of tears. Tears of hope and happiness. "Come on, I'll buy ya a drink." Logan said as he wrapped an arm around her and started to walk her towards the general vicinity of a pub.

"Uh Logan, what about all this?" Presea said as she turned him around to rejuvenate his memory of the fight.

"Oh hell to them, they ain't going nowhere." Logan said as he pinched her cheek and turned her the other way.

Polerman hey people