Rise
The Great Swordsman reached Vale at his slow pace by the morning time, the rays of rust-coloured sunlight soaking the damp ground. He was met with an angry mob who noticed Isaac hadn't returned, but he simply waved his hand and tossed them aside with his immense power.
Just then, a bumbling idiot flew from a dank corner of the rotten town in a manner that reminded him of a raging bear. Garet was his name, if he could recall correctly. The best friend of the fool he just slaughtered. Ahh well, better they came to him; though he did enjoy a little cat and mouse here and there.
Anyway, it was clear that this 'Garet' was intent on revenge, though his foolishness could cause no more discomfort than to make the swordsman sneer. The raging bear drew a battle axe and charged at him, eyes flaming with rage. Garet cried out in anguish for the loss of his best friend, and he swung the great double blade at the other warrior with little precision.
"Your anger makes you but a weak fool." He murmured to the bear, holding out one arm and capturing a bear arm.
With his other hand he grabbed the other arm of Garet, and stopped him, a black energy charge flying at the axe and blowing the wood and metal apart. Shrapenel and chaotic essence flew sideways and smoke billowed up. This mattered not, however- Garet was lifted up and tossed with little effort behind the Great Swordsman, landing on the ground in a heap. A hollow look was on the dark mans face as he turned to the sobbing heap, like a sobbing bear to him.
"You fool. Die by fire. Die by yourself!"
He sent a wave of dark energy outwards, which turned into hot, black flames. This caused the grass to wilt around him and burn to embers in some places. This ground would burn with the black fire, and would be considered a funeral pyre for the filthy fire adept who opposed him.
As he turned from his fresh victory another wave of villagers rushed him and were sent away with ease. Next in his path stood a female figure, her head hung in sorrow for her lost friends. With angry tears, she looked up and stared at him, yelling out in a futile manner as she clutched her bejewelled staff.
"…You… You killed my friends! Two of my closest friends!" The blue haired girl yelled, her voice cracked from crying at the sight.
"That's obvious."
The Great Swordsman gave her these words and stared hollowly at his new target, awaiting a big, fresh fight from her. He had wanted to beat a woman for the last few minutes, so this would be good.
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