Return of the Abysswalker
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story Sorry for the delay guys just finished moving into a new house with my parents and the internet was down and is barely working as is. So without further ado here is some more of Artorias being a badass just for you. Those of you who can find the d. gray man reference get a cookie
Chapter 3: The Abysswalker
It had been several weeks since Galatea and the others had brought Artorias to the organization. While the other leaders wanted to put him through the whole training process (or worse). Rimuto was the only one who would take the time to even listen to her report. Much to her relief, Rimuto sided with her, allowing Artorias to be sent out into the field within the next few weeks. All that was left was to improve his vocabulary, nobody had spoken like he did in centuries and she needed to make sure that he was speaking in a way that everyone understood.
Artorias began slow but quickly began to pick up his pace as the days wore on. Soon enough he was speaking in an acceptable fashion, though on the odd occasion he would include one of his older words in a sentence. After that she helped him train in sensing the yoki of a yoma or another warrior, this he picked up relatively quickly and (though she would not say it out loud) his sensory abilities came close to hers in terms of range and strength. After that she was showing him a map of the continent, showing him all the towns and cities on it. This did not take particularly long as Artorias was a visual learner.
The rest of the time he spent cleaning and polishing his sword and armor, both of which were stained very badly. Soon enough the day came for Artorias to head out into the world as a warrior of the organization for the first time. Galatea was waiting at the entrance with Artorias who was being sent out on his first assignment. She didn't know who his assigned handler was but she prayed it wasn't anyone like Ermita. Soon enough Rubel walked up to them his ever present smile was, as always, present. "Ah, you must be Artorias, I'm Rubel, I will be giving your assignments from this point forward." he said his smile never leaving his face.
"I am, I was told you have a mission for me." Artorias replied. "Indeed, there is a town not too far from here that is plauged by a yoma, I'm sure I do not need to explain the rest." Rubel continued. Artorias nodded before asking "Which way is the village and how long will it take to get there?" Rubel's smile never wavered as he responded "The village or more accurately town is due west of the headquarters, and its only about a day or two away from here." Artorias nodded and then set off in the specified direction.
"He certainly is an interesting one, wouldn't you agree Galatea?" Rubel asked her never losing the slightly foreboding smile. "Yes, sir." Galatea replied in monotone.
Meanwhile in the town of Liero the village elder had called the men of the village together to discuss the recent series of yoma attacks. "Come on there must be something we can do to find this bastard!" one villager shouted. "There isn't you know the only ones who can find a yoma are those claymores." another told him. "Figures, this just shows you that it takes a monster to kill a monster." a third said. "Quiet! Please!" The village elder called out to no avail. "How do we know it was a yoma for, all we know it could have been one of us." came the statement. "What!? Are you saying that one of us murdered Quinn, his wife and ate them!?" the first one cried out in rage. "Maybe. I mean it's said that yoma can possess a person without them knowing about, and don't take this the wrong way but you live right next to him." and there was the accusation. "How the hell am I not supposed to take that the wrong way you bastard!?" cried the other. "Enough!" cried the town elder. "Throwing around wild accusations will get us nowhere but at each others throats." he continued "I have already asked for the organization to send a claymore here to slay the yoma." he finished. No one noticed the eyes of a man in the back widening in fear, how could they to them he was one of them. None could imagine the demon hiding inside of him.
That night a few of the yoma were gathered in the abandoned mill outside the town. "So it seems that the villagers have hired a claymore to come find us." one said licking their lips in anticipation. "I can't wait to sink my teeth into her flesh and hear her squeal!" another said. "No," came the leaders voice. "we can't jepoardize ourselves by prematurely attacking this claymore." he said, "We'll play this with a good deal of stealth and cunning." he continued. "I'll tail this claymore and see if we can find anything out about their stregths or weaknesses, for now the rest of you sit and..." anything else was cut off as an immense pressure soon brought them all to their knees. "What...is...this!?" one barely managed to wheeze out.
(Play The bartholemew dark souls trailer since this is short)
Earlier that day. As the men made there way away from the elder's building none noticed an armored figure enter it. The elder stood in shock at the man before him. All the tales of the organization's claymores were of women single-handedly slaying monsters with inhuman grace and strength. "Surely you must be joking, only women can become claymores." the elder gasped out. "I do not jest elder, I am a...unique member of the organization." The warrior replied. "Well in that case here is your..." The elder was stopped by the armored figure raising a hand. "I cannot accept payment myself, a man in black will come to collect it when I have completed my mission." he finished and then turned to walk out the door. Outside the street was quiet except for the noise from the tavern some ways down the street to his right. Heading left Artorias noted something he had not seen when he entered the elders house. Several crows were perched up above eyeing him with a hungry gaze.
As he walked away he sensed something coming up behind him. "DIE CLAYMORE!" rang out as a yoma ambushed him from above. Or rather as he drew his sword in a blinding whirl and eviscerated and decapitated the foul creature in one blow. The crows scattered in flight cawing their protest at the creature being slain. Night soon came as Artorias made his way outside town sensing several more presences outside town. Coming upon an abandoned mill he sensed at least five more yoma inside. Releasing his aura he jumped high and with the moon at his back came crashing down on one of them. The cries of the other creatures filled the night as Artorias made short work of them.
The next morning a figure in silver and blue walked away towards his next mission. The Abysswalker had returned.