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Never Forgive, Never Forget; Arc Thread 1/4
Topic Started: Jul 6 2016, 04:02 AM (408 Views)
Sachio
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Just Hanging Around

After raising his bottle to show his thanks, Sachio finished off it's contents. He always drank at least two bottle whenever he came here, and tonight was not going to be any different. Tonight, Sachio was going to drink even more than usual, to celebrate how far he was coming in his training. He could tell the difference in himself from when he first came back from becoming a Dragon Slayer. With Artorius's guidance, he had grown and was continuing to do so. "I am ready for that bottle, Clovis." Sachio said, turning to the bar owner. With a nod, Clovis handed over the bottle he had picked out just moments before. "Thanks Clovis. You always know what to give me." Sachio eyed the dark green glass of the bottle. The label mentioned something about vanilla and tannin, Sachio didn't really care at this point. Clovis could have given him a bottle of two buck chuck, and it would have been fine.

"A toast for the continuing prosperity of Nine Lives. Let us continue to grow and flourish." Sachio said as he raised his bottle. All it took was a bit of alcohol to get Sachio to open up more and act uncharacteristically. He really did care about the guild, just normally he was too edgy to show it. Before he could bring the bottle to his mouth, it shattered, causing wine and glass to fly everywhere. "Sachio what in the hell?" Clovis said, as soon as it happened. "That wasn't me man." Sachio had already looked towards the direction of whatever caused the bottle to shatter. Clovis saw that there was a throwing knife lodged into the wood of the display case his alcohol was in. "Don't even think about dealing with this inside of here. Why did you bring trouble into my bar?" Sachio sighed and stood up. While his demeanor was relaxed and uncaring, his senses were on high alert. Whoever did that was still inside of the bar. "Alright Artorius, let us go kill the person who interrupted us, outside." Sachio towards the door, glancing around to see where the assailant was. He hoped the person would follow them, because Sachio really didn't want to destroy The Laughing Vagabond.

As soon as they stepped outside, something hit Sachio in the back hard, sending him falling forward. Whoever attacked him earlier had just tackled him to the ground. Sachio responded with breathing out a cloud of poison almost instantly. He only breathed enough to cover his body so it would deter the person attacking him. It worked, for the assailant had jumped back and away from Sachio. He stood up and turned to see a masked person in a black body suit. Judging from the figure, it seemed to be a male. He held two knives, each curved wickedly. Sachio's eyes narrowed when he saw the mask. He recognized it. It was the same masks his clan used for their foot soldiers. This man in front of them was nothing more than a low ranking Hanabe assassin. Still, this meant he was somewhat skilled and way more dangerous than any normal mage or knight. This was the first clansmen he had seen in a long time. He wondered how they even found him. Sachio looked different than he used to and had moved to a different location. The Hanabe clan was far too resourceful.

Sachio stepped out of his cloud and ended the magic. "Finally caught up to me eh? Unfortunately for you guys, I am ready for it. I had given up most, if not all of my plans for revenge, but it looks like you guys just won't leave me alone." Sachio turned to Artorius before speaking again. "This person here is from my clan. They want me dead." The clansmen said nothing and instead launched himself at Sachio again. Sachio knew that this guy's sole purpose was to confirm Sachio's location. Whether he returned or not, they got an answer. Sachio used the magic of his under armor and brought out his sword. "I will handle this guy real quick." Sachio said to Artorius. He blocked the man's quick flurry of slashes without much issue. He was a bit sluggish from the bottle of wine, but he knew that if he had been allowed to drink the second, this fight probably wouldn't have gone as well for him. All Sachio could do right now was stay on the defensive as he parried and blocked the man's attack with his sword. He had been backing up as he blocked, giving ground to the masked man. Sachio quickly became annoyed. He took a deep breath in between attacks and then roared, loosing a stream of poison right in the attacking man's face. Sachio didn't know if it was shock or inexperience that caused the man to receive the attack, but he was glad it landed. The man didn't scream from the poison, but he ripped his mask off so he could avoid it's sizzling and melting. "Yea, I might have learned a few new tricks." Sachio said, smirking.

The masked man backed up and glared at Sachio. He had dull green eyes and wild black hair that covered his forehead and hung down above his eyes. He was quite young, which wasn't surprising. The Hanabe clan liked to harvest youthful talent. The upper body of his body suit had sizzled and dissolved, leaving holes that revealed patches of skin. Sachio knew his poison was coursing through the man's body. It wasn't a potent form of it, but he figured it was enough to let Sachio be on the offensive now.
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Trouble and violence was about as common in a Dandelian bar as alcohol was. When you have a city full of rough and tumble people, all of whom tend to carry weapons to defend themselves with (or attack people with) and the highest crime rate in all of Fiore, it's to be expected. However, the Laughing Vagabond surprisingly was far less affected by this than the other bars. This stemmed from its strict no violence policy, where a member could get banned from the bar, or pay a hefty fine, if they knowingly dragged trouble into this place. Artorius had once been on the business end of that ban more times than he could remember, and each time he was pushed away Artorius' month was always quite sour. He only ever managed to lift the ban because he tipped well and he would pay them back through a myriad of favors. This time, however, the trouble wasn't come for him. It was here for Sachio.

Artorius followed his companion out of the bar, where they soon encountered a lone man clad in a black body suit. Two knives were clutched in his hands, each with extreme curves meant for slashing. More notable was the mask he wore, depicting some sort of animal in a vaguely Minstrelian design. The rogue looked towards Sachio for a moment, discerning whether or not Sachio knew the assailant. This brief glance and the ensuing exchange between Sachio and himself was all he needed to confirm it. It was a member of his clan, the clan Sachio had been estranged from for several years, and who had long since been on the run from. But now, they had finally come either to claim him or his life.

The rogue relented from attacking for a moment, acknowledging that this was Sachio's fight. And he did fight excellently, putting his skills as an assassin and a Dragon Slayer on exhibition. But Artorius stayed cautious.

If his clan was truly serious about capturing or even killing him, there was no doubt in Artorius' mind that they would not send a single man after him. Artorius shifted his gaze, finding a litany of men and women upon a rooftop, all garbed in black body suits and wearing masks over their faces, and armed to the teeth, waited to strike. "I'll let you handle this," Artorius said, tossing a glance at the man Sachio was fighting against. Then, after taking a deep breath, Artorius kicked off the ground and landed squarely on the rooftop, kicking up dirt and dust as he landed.

"There's no point in wearing those masks," Artorius said as he looked at the people who were quickly surrounding him. "I've already acquired your scents. There's nowhere you can hide from me. Not that it matters. You won't survive this."

Slowly, Artorius pulled on the scabbard worn across his back, taking it off and holding it in front of. With great care, Artorius drew the sword, before thrusting the scabbard downward, jamming it into the hard concrete of the building's flat rooftop.

A moment after his blade was drawn, Artorius was quickly assaulted on all sides. A half-dozen blades and knives were flung at him, each with pin-point precision. But the Dragon Slayer need only breathe, and it was through this breath that their efforts were undone. A plume of smoke radiated out from his body, moving with such force and magical power that the blades fell to the ground as piles of ash before they could even touch him.

With the initial observing assault done with, the assassins instead approached more aggressively, drawing their spears, swords, and axes and getting to work. They attacked from all sides and angles, using their numbers to their advantage. Each of them was highly skilled, though they paled in comparison to the man Sachio was fighting. But still, they had the numbers, and more blades would surely mean a higher chance at winning the battle, right?

This is where they were wrong.

Artorius dodged and weaved, avoiding three spear thrusts with a single blindingly fast movement, and then he ducked over a horizontal sword swing, before he rolled as an axe embedded itself where Artorius had been a mere second ago. It would have hit a nearby cat who was too curious to scram, but Artorius had deflected it at the last moment.

And then, finally, Artorius counterattacked, spinning as he did so. It was a single movement, but it was a movement performed using much of his power. The power of his feet, rising up to his legs and hips, rotating perfectly in sync with the movements of his arms and shoulders. It was a strike Artorius practiced and performed thousands of times, and from this movement three things were made evident. The first was Artorius' quality of a swordsman. He was the real deal. The second was that Artorius' blade was a devastating tool. The assassins blocked with their weapons, but now they all lay in mere fragments. And the third was as Artorius had then stated, "You picked the wrong fight."
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