Chapter 4
The river Teufel glinted in the moonlight as a robed figure prowled the docks of Ubersriek under a large cloak that shrouded his face and body. He had been in the town for more than 4 days and he had seen enough to last a lifetime. His hood revealing only a faint orange glow. The figure turned his head behind him to look over his shoulder to see if he was being followed. All he could see was the faint glimmer of rusted lamps in the cold winding maze of streets.
He had been looking for a place to stay for a while, none had accepted, "Queer folk." This annoyed the spartan immensely. He had been living of petty theft of food stalls for survival for too pulled down his hood and looked at the shining surface of the water. He remembered Reach, its baking summers and freezing winters. It was the only home he ever knew.
"Who are you." A cold voice called from behind him. The spartan turned to face the speaker. It was a large albeit a little fat man who had the voce of a drunkard with 6 others behind him. The spartan didn't answer, the man asked again sounding angry. Again nothing, the man suddenly walked up to him and hit him in the back of the head "Oi I'm talking to you!" The man laughed before he was cut off when he saw a large hole in his stomach the barrel of the magnum smoking. The man gasped before falling backwards into the river. The five other men looked confused before they realised what had happened, they gave a loud battle cry before charging at the spartan who smirked under his helmet. Perhaps coming here was worth it.
The spartan charged forward falchion drawn leaping at the first man cutting down at his neck, blood splattering on his helmet a psychopathic grin forming under his helmet as the head rolled across the floor. The second man attempted to attack from his side, but it was in vein as the spartan grabbed the man's arm with his free hand and slowly tightened his grip the man started struggling as the spartan used his increased strength to crush his arm. CRRRRK! The man screamed as the spartan pulled back ripping the arm from its socket.
The third man looked terrified as the spartan ran towards him, but his fear was cut short as his body was tossed aside and into a wall breaking his neck.
The fourth and fifth men raised their weapons before charging , "Very poor choice of actions." As the spartan pulled out the falchion again and a small blue ball. The fifth man jumped at him, but was quickly dispatched as a blade separated his torso and legs. The fourth man attempted to hit his, but the blow bounced of the armour . The spartan laughed at the puny attack before picking him up saying , "Very funny, I've got something for you." Before pulling out the ball.
The man attempted to scream but was shushed by the spartan before squeezing the ball an giving it to him. The man sighed in relief as his life was spared before running away.
The spartan looked at him before turning his back on the explosion satisfied with the results.