The Rescue, Soloman And Kriv here to save the day OP

[[Gunblade]Kriv Flamechaser]

From a distance, St Palmoths looks like it could be in flames. Magical energy seeped out from every brick, stone and piece of shattered glass, giving it a mystical aura that still stunned and bewildered tourists from behind their heavy escorts. If you could afford to come here on holiday, the extra insurance from Rouge attacks would feed the securities family for a week alone. It was a booming trade, but one with risks.

One tour group had gotten a tad to close to the now infected church, and seeing their opportunity; the Rouges had snatched someone and were demanding a second ransom. The first had ended sour, with both sides laying in ambush and all that resulted was the Rouges keeping the money, the hostage and whatever booty they dug up from the would-be rescuers. The man in charge of the initial rescue had given up, leaving the hostage whoever they were to rot at the hands of the Rouges.

This is where Kriv came into it. Someone outside the incident had offered him a lot of money to rescue this hostage. Enough to set him up for life, if he could bring them back to him. Who the employer was, and indeed who the hostage was, was kept in the need to know area of all cloak and dagger operations like this.

But nevertheless, Kriv had take one look at the large sum of money, smiled and asked, ‘would you like it gift wrapped?’ Now he sat behind a rock, just outside the ruined St Palmoths, waiting for a chance to sneak in. He waited for almost an hour, calmly watching a lazy guard fall to sleep at the back door. Amateur He thought to himself as he crept silently up to the guard and walloped him across the head with a fallen brick. Dust and magical residue flew through the air as it crumbled against the guards head.

Needless to say, the guard woke up. He turned, bleary eyed, and looked at Kriv. He looked up at the young, red headed, green eyed punk and stood. “I think you made a mistake there, boy.” To call him a mountain, would be like saying the universe is a pretty big place. Both obvious and a big understatement. The rouge, a giant who blocked out the sun in the sky, looked down at Kriv and cracked his knuckles. “time to see how many bones i can break in one minute.

“Aww crap.” Kriv said to himself...

[[Reaper]Soloman Kruskov]

((OOC: Just a little note before i begin. Me and Kriv have decided that for once we dont want everything to be timed perfectly so Kriv is going to enjoy a little beating whilst i rant until i feel it appropiate to join in on what the aim of this thread is, the rescue. Enjoy.))


Another lousy day walking the streets of old bimtis, merchants trying to con customers into buying useless wares and the patehtic idiots trying to haggle for a lower price on a worthless peice of junk. The world has truly become depraved and engulfed in madness. Word on the street had reached his ear about a rescue in farfurth of someone of great importance but he dismissed it as hearsay, a hopeful rogue trying to get overzealous people to try their hand at a rescue and die trying whilst the rogue with a sly grin on his face loots the corpse and scarpers.

Slowly he walked the streets, listening to all sorts of rumours amazed at how stupid people were, just because you wore a helmet did not mean you were deaf. He had learnt such trivial things as who had slept with who, what had been done about the rats, etc etc. All wortless to him, not a single thing to help him in his cause. Still he had not met the leader of the clan, still he followed orders like a blind person, hoping that the one telling him where to go wasnt just leading him off a cliff.

Still he had his reasons for blindly following the clan and those would remain secret for now. He pushed past the large crowd at the gate for entry into farfurth. Overhearing the panicked voice of the gaurd who struggled to contain the angry mob, all he could make out was :

Gaurd:"..we have sent someone to deal with the situation..please...calm.."

It was merely fractions of the whole truth but his curiosity had been raised and he leant gainst a nearby wall, pondering about whether he should get himself involved or not. Word ont he street was that it was at St.Palmoths a once sacred place of worship to the reapers over an era ago. Word also said it was a place that held a massacre, but who told tell what was the truth from street urchins and gossipmongers? Still his curiosity burned inside of him and he decided he would at least check it out if not for some good ol' rogue bashing.

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The Behemoth rogue threw one last punch at Kriv sending him flying into the wall as a near broken body slumped to the ground. The grip around the gunblade loosening as the rogue gave a primal grunt of satisfaction at his work. Bleeding from his skull and a few other cuts spread about his body he looked up to see the giant approaching on him, ready to start another round of pain as he cracked his knuckles some more :

Behemoth Rogue :"Time for round four boy"

Kriv just moaned in pain, only ten minutes he had been here and already he was being beaten to a pulp by a rogue who should have been classed as an organic hyrda. Surely the guy must have been on the new thing called steroids, supposedly meant to enhance muscle growth it was favoured among ateletes as a quick and easy way to boost perfomance when it turned to brain into a sort of grey sludge. Broken and bleeding kriv sat there as the sun was blocked from sight...

Meanwhile

It hadnt taken much of an effort to dispacth of the rogue's scouting the area. They were securing a perimeter, now their bodies lined the walkway as a decorative peice of art. Broken they lay there a look of fear emblazoned upon their faces as Soloman caught sight of what looked like to be a giant descending upon its prey... a Gunblade

One of the newer classes to predia the gunblade was a hybridisation of the reaper and gunner classes, a result of a brave experiment into the foundation of new technologies gave rise to this class. A blade forgedd with a gun fused into it, a truly lethal weapon int he hands of one who knew how to use it, being capable of long range and close combat attacks it was a marvelous weapon. But nothing compared to bing able to smell the scent of fear on their brow as you prepared to unleash the final blow.

Shaking his head slightly his chain unfurled as the giant unleashed a powerful blow to the gunblades stomach making him groan in pain as he fell sideways to the floor, curling into a prtective ball as the rogue...or at least thats what soloman though he was... laughed. Dragging his chain behind him he walked slowly into the light, the clinking of chains distracted the rogue momentarily as he let a simple :" Huh?" escape his lips before the chain lashed forwards, hitting the man square in the face and sending him flying into a half broken wall.

Sauntering over he crouched in front of the gunblade and helped him to his feet as he mumbled in pain. The rogue had crsahed through the wall and was lying on a bed of rubble and debri, glancing over his shoulder he checked on him before turning his attention to the gunblade simply saying :

Soloman: "You should be more careful young one"

[[Gunblade]Kriv Flamechaser]

The blows left his body bruised and sore. Kriv lay on the dusty floor, clutching his side. Nothing felt broken, but something was definitely bruised. Pain stabbed across the side of his body as he stood slowly, leaning against his gunblade, Chester. He turned to see his rescuer, another monstrosity o a man, this one in full plate, armour bristling with spikes and weapons. Why is everyone so huge he thought to himself as the newcomer stalked the area, looking for anyone that shouldn’t be here.

A click, the sound of steel on leather and Kriv was ready to continue his search. His faced was bruising, his hair was ruffled and his lip was split. His cutting knife had been snapped inside his boot, and after fishing out the blade and hilt, he stalked over to the stirring guard. The walking suit of armour clanked up behind him and the smaller man turned to face its full face plate.

“Thanks.” He smiled at it. He couldn’t tell whether a man or a woman stood inside the armour. “I take it you’re here for the recue?” And before anything else was said, a flash of light and a grunt of pain. Kriv looked down at the guard; the shattered blade buried itself in the guards hand.

“Don’t go anywhere. I’ll deal with you later.”

[[Reaper]Soloman Kruskov]

A flash of steel and a muffled scream escaped from the huge rogue as the gunblade buried a halfbroken knife into his hand. A small grin of satisfaction crept over his face as it asked him about whether he was here for the recue or not. A small nod was all that was given. A recue had piquerd his curiosty but what really drove him here was the concept of a few hours of rogue bashing. An age old favourite of his involving going to farfurth and seeing which rogues were stupid enough to try and mug him, the truth was they all were.

His chain retracted back to coiling around his body as it clinked striking the floor as it retunred once more to its resting place around his body.A small breeze arose making his cloak flutter behind him whilst he glanced around for signs of any rogue activity before turning to the gunblader and with a deep voice he asked a question:

Soloman:"So i take it your they one the sent for the rescue?"

He knew this already but the gunblader needed time to recover from his brutal encounter, but each second wasted was another moment of fear for the hostage. Not that it mattered much to him but the thought of what it felt like crossed his mind. Strange how most recently his mind was playing tricks on hi, making him care for those already damned, questioning everything he had lived by. Maybe it was old age catching up on him, but for now he would just ignore it.

[[Gunblade]Kriv Flamechaser]

He should rest. He really should, but to hell with it. Kriv wanted to just get this job finished and get out. To prove this point, he pulled out his pistol from the side holster, and responded to the question with a grimace and a nod. "Shall we go then?" He ased the giant.

Without waiting for a response, Kriv kicked the back door as hard as he could. Wood splintered and cracked, but the door held firm.

Dust settled and the wind blew. Their was a chuckle from the rouge pinned to the floor. Kriv looked at the door, dumbfounded. "Damn." He tried to open it, but it was either locked or now stuck. "Errr... " He tarted, turning to the giant reaper. "Any chance you could..." He montioned towards the door.

[[Reaper]Soloman Kruskov]

A solid door lay between them and where they had to go but it was no match for his strength as he heaved his sword behind his back aiming to strike the hinges he brought it down and severed both of them with a small clink as it passed through the tempered metal. A swift kick followed it and the door fell to the floor a loud crash following as dust rose up dancing in the light that followed until they began a graceful descent. As the door lay on the floor Soloman stepped forwards looking around the broken down cathedral as a mystical fog covered the floor.

Stepping carefully squeaks of rats and the scurrying sounds could be heard as they ran for cover from the newcomers. Turning his head from side to side he looked and found nothing but darkness and fog, but as a precaution he kept his blade held stedfast, ready to strike.

----------The past-----------

A flash of metal and a sharp pain stabbing in his left arm as his foe darted to the right, nothing but glancing blows had been delt upon his body whilst he had done the same. bot of them trying to wear out the other, whilst both showed no sign of faltering. The battle had been drawing on for close to an hour now and none showed any sign of giving in. But a cheap move and a loud scream left one of the boys huddled on the floor clutching his eye as blood poured from it.

The other was dragged out and a secret weapon prised from his clutches whilst medics tended to the one on the floor, his father screaming for justice as his mother held him in her arms, tears streaming down her face as the young lad cried blood from his left eye. The elders had sentenced the other to exile, disgracing his family for all time. Meanwhile the doctors tended to the young boy's eye but they could not save his sight, only repair the damage and leave a nasty scar. Such was the price of a cowardly move.

The young one lost his sight in that eye whilst the other suffewred no penalty except for exile. A livelyhood destroyed in an instant, a lifetime of work and hopes destroyed in one single instant, his world had been broken. Soloman had just lost his dream of joining the clan. But pereserverance followed his injury and the day fater he began training, learning how to cope with one dead eye.

---------The present----------

The gunblader stepped behind him as the fog swirled around their feet, each step broke the tranquility before it closed in and encopssed them once more. Up to the ankles it made it diifcult to see where they were going but the rogues knew this place well and already they were surrounded. Soloman and Kriv had no idera that they were about to be ambushed as the rogues moved into their respective positions. They had done this many times and just as quickly as it had begun it had eneded, but not this time.

A rogue, young and inexperienced lept forward only to be met with the hard metal fist of soloman. Flying backwards the rest of the rogues lept up and began their assault.

[[Gunblade]Kriv Flamechaser]

The loud clang off nose on steel offered a timely warning to Kriv, who turned sharply on one foot, Chester cleaving through the air and a number of short swords and kniives that were bound in his direction. One glare and the nearest rouges fell back, weaponless. The ones behind them however, were not as likely to fall back. Instead they leaped over their terrified comrades, landing ontop of Kriv.

For a number of minutes they scuffled on the floor, Dodging knives and fists, more strikes hitting the walls or floor than each other. In a blinding stroke of luck, Kriv escaped the swirling rustle of groundwork and stood quickly, reaching for Chester.

One Rouge grabbed at his ankle as the others untangled themselves. The rouge looked up at Kriv who swung the sword in a low, upward sweep, like a criket bat. It met chin with the flat of the blade, sending the roue upwards and over with a sound like the cracking of an egg. The others tried to back off as Kriv stalked them all, cracking heads.

It took less than a minute to beat these youths, amateusrs and idiots when he had the advantage. After he cleared up, the red headed Gunblader turned and watched his new companion...

[[Reaper]Soloman Kruskov]

Rogues leapng from the shadows like a thing possessed, nothing but the gleam of their eye was visible and he had noticed Oh he had seen that in eyes before. The sheer bloodlust and th elove for nothing but the chase and the kill, feeling their last heartbeats fading and dwindling away in the blissful arms of obllivio, wrapped in deaths sweet embrace as the soul begins its final climb to the heavens. Or in some cases the horrifying fall to the hell. Either way these were killers eyes from a professional.

Time slowed dwon as the heartbeats throbbed in Solomans ears, swinging his sword around his head and owering it to his left side, he dodged right to postistion himself on its left side whilst he was still in the air. Flicking the sword upwards he brpught it round in a semi circle below the rogue, the skin tore to the spinal cord and the entraisl fell out, steaming in the fog beneath his feet, he had died before he even hit the floor and soloman was already moving to his next victim.

Sprinting forwards he lowered his sword to his side as his heart pounded, sweat forming on his brow and breathing making his helmet stuffy. The rogue turned round and solomans sword peirced his chest, the tear of his broken ribs shredding his lungs was a sweet meldoy to him, the heart was eventually punctured when the ribs snapped upwards at a jerk of the sword a it forced the back of the ribs up, tearing more skin whilst it eemrged outside. Droplets of blood fell from the blade onto the floor, swirling mist rose upwards before falling back to its slumber.

Impaled he started bringing his sword back into the shoulder bone, blood spurted as his sword clean cut the rogue in half, slicing half the face and his left arm down to his right leg completely. crimson arc flashed and splattered the wall as the peices slid from each other, more guts and organs steaming on the floor.

Time had remained slowed from the first kill and now there was only one rogue left for him to dispacth of from the curent group . For he knew there would be more, there always are. He spotted the final rogue fleeing the scene up the wall and he shot his left arm forwards after spinning his cloak glided behind him from the 90 degree spin. The chain shot forth and caught the rogue square in the back, immediatly coiling round and entwining the limbs to immobilise him. The rogue tried to wriggle free and was resited with brutal effectiveness, a quick jerk and the rogues legs were broken. Soloman stepped up and thrust his sword up as the chains rustled slightly, peircing the mans heart and then tearing his blade out. He died instantly and the chain dropped, coiling back to its place on Solomans body.

All of this had happened in less than thity seconds and just as he saw to see how kriv was he had just cracked the last skull. They had died quickly, like cowards proving no worth and solomna? well he was just covered in blood. His heart hadnt even raised a beat above normal, they were no thrill these rogues.

[[Gunblade]Kriv Flamechaser]

They explored deeper into the ruin, passing strange occult symbols Kriv, in what little Reaper training he received, was made to memourize. The most promminent was of a God he couldn't rememmber, the Rouges deffinately did, defiling what they couldn't destroy or deface. The place had been ransacked. Where there was supposed to be golden holy symbols of peace stood trophies of nefarious deeds wrought by nefarious hands.

The further they went, the more Rouges they encounted. They tried their hardest to take them quietly, but every now and then, one would brea away and alert others which more slowed the process of finding the hostage rather than threaten to stop the search all together, Solomans immense size and power saw to that.

After searching for almost an hour, the search finally provided something worthwhile. A small band of Rouges were camped around a smaller fire in a circular room, a door at the further end.

Kriv turned to Soloman and asked "Quietly or ull on assaulting snatch and grab? Either way, you'll have to get the door,"

[[Reaper]Soloman Kruskov]

He needed not answer instead he walked forwards the clinking of his boots against the old stone tiles did not bother the rogues, who most of them were drunk already. Grasping his sword with both hands he raised it upwards just as a rogue turned round, a look of fear engraved on his face as Soloman brought the sword down, severing him in half where he sat. The chain shot forwards and wrapped around the neck of the one who tried to scream for help as soloman calmly walked around the circle butchering them.

His chain tightened and a sudden jerk broke the rogues neck before moving to the next, it was like a pincer movement with ne man, death embracing the rogues on both sides as he came to the final person. Only minute squeaks had escaped any of the rogues lips and now for the coup de grace.The chain slinked around clinking once or twice before wrapping around the final rogues throat, sielncing any scremas that he would try to make as Soloman knelt down and whispered in his ear.

Soloman:" This is for defiling my ancient homeland...

With that the chain tightened and as the rogue raised his hands to try and loosen them Soloman pushed him to the floor and curb stomped his face. The result was a mulch of brain bone and blood stemming from a limp torso. Turning round he spoke to Kriv.

Soloman:""That quiet enough for you?"

[[Gunblade]Kriv Flamechaser]

Kriv strolled out of the doorway, an impressed expression on his face. "Yeah, that'll do,"

The red haired gunblader stooped down to one of the bodies and fished out a set off keys that jangled loudly as he lifted them. Quietly a voice called out from beind the cell door...

"Hello?" came the quiet mouse call, "Is there anyone there?"

Kriv went for his side arm, istinct overruling anything else running through his mind. Behind him, he heard Soloman doing the same.

"Please let me go!" Came the voice, becoming more and more obviously female.

Kriv tried all te keys and unsurprisingly, none of them worked. He turned back to his personal door breaker and made a mock bow to him. "If you would be so kind, sir."


<<OOC: I AM REALLY SORRY THAT THIS IS SUBSTANDARD. I IS NAKKERED FROM WORK AND UNI. PEACE OUT>>

[[Reaper]Soloman Kruskov]

A young woman shouting from behind the door and raised his hefty blade, bringing it down the center of the what looked to be a metal door. Slamming it down the sound of meatl screeching on metal echoed as he sliced the door open, kicking it a peice flew off whilst the other bit bent. Using his spare hand he grabbed the door and tore it off his hinges. Padded footsteps in the distance and muuffled commands told him that more of the scum were approaching, all he did was turn to kriv for a split second, giving a slight nod and he ran off.

One rogue lept at him from his left and landed on his back, instantly his chain shot from his arm and cracked the attacker in thehead, a deafening crunch resounded off the walls as more lep from the shadows. Soloman span round, severing a leg from one of the flying rogues, a crimson arc flew past him as blood spurted from the major artery, another rogue jumped and soloman thrust his blade up, peircing the heart as blood trickled down the blade.

Whilst he held him there one of the rogues sneaked up and lunged, burying a blade in his shoulder through a small gap in the armour, he screamed and threw him off with his spare hand as the rogue fell to the floor, the sounds of battle would be echoing throught the church as Soloman p**sed off and bleeding walked to the rogue and curb stomped his face.

[[Gunblade]Kriv Flamechaser]

Kriv hurried into the cell, letting loose with his side arm whilst blocking with Chester. He turned and looked at the girl; well woman would be more precise. She was probably slightly younger than he was; late teens to early twenties with long blue hair and sparkling green eyes. Her face was covered in bruises and small cuts either from the actual ambush or just rough handling. She did look clean though, and a makeshift sink in the corner provided an explanation. He turned away as Soloman roared a knife in his back. He watched as he threw the man to the floor and pounded his skull to dust with the armoured heel.

He turned back to the girl, sheathed Chester on his back, grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. “C’mon, let’s go.” He said and she jumped up and followed him out, her long hair streaming behind her as it was caught in her wake.

“SOLOMAN!!!” Called the fire-haired youth. The walking tank stopped and turned, looking at the pair. “Let’s go!” Kriv exclaimed before dispatching a Rouge with a shot from the pistol and taking off the way they came, girl in tow.

Onwards they went, through the crumbling maze they arrived in an old antechamber, this room defiled as much as the others, holy symbols desecrated and replaced with the gang icon. Kriv stopped to let the girl rest, she was crying and hadn’t spoken since Soloman cleaved through the steel door.

“Hey,” said the Gunblader, “It’s ok. You’re goin’ home now.” He approached her and placed a hand on her shoulder and before he knew it, she was crushing him with an iron hug. Kriv was not as tall as he boasted but still stood at six foot, now alone and resting he realised how tall this person was. Her head should be level with his and she only cried into his chest because her legs were buckling through exhaustion. She smelled sweet and her hair brushed against his face softly whilst her hands were interlocked behind his head, holding her up with gentle strength.

“Thank you” She whispered quietly as he placed his arms round her.

Together they waited for Soloman and only separated when a loud clunk signalled his arrival.

<<ooc: Hope this makes up for my lack of form and prescence. Go nuts dude, free rein for you.>>

[[Reaper]Soloman Kruskov]

The girl had been rescued but the alarm had been signalled, soon the antechamber and the room behind them would be swarming with the rogue scum who had so long ago defiled this place of reaper worship. His chain rattled with every step as he caught Kriv embracing the girl his choice he thought as he heard padded footsteps approaching fast behind them. Letting his chain loose it hit the floor with a loud bang and his grip tightened on his sword, he would leave none alive who stood before him.

Dim torches lit the room before the antechamber as soloman stepped through the door into the chamber were the rogues would swarm to him like moths to a flame. And like moths to a flame he would cut everyone of them down, he could feel the rage welled up for so long reaching its overflow point. His shoulder did not bother him, years of fighting and numerous encounters had dulled his sense of pain, but it still stung like hell when the knife was buried in it.

He needn't tell kriv to ge the girl out of here, all he needed do was to stand there and block them. He could feel his heart beat increasing, his breaths becoming slower and his eyes closed. Soloman would listen to the rogues movements, listen to where they stepped for he knew if the rage overcame him he would lose all focus in battle and enter a bloodlust state. They were almost here yet kriv had not moved, the chain attached to his arm rustled slightly with each breath, his chest plate rising and falling rthymically as he waited for battle.

The laboured breaths of rogues tired from running so fa in so little time reached his ears before they had stepped from the shadows, this was it. A last stand against the scum who had defiled ths place, for some reason he cared that the woman made it out safely. Maybe it was old age or maybe he was doubting everything he once believed, either way it really didnt matter as one slip up here and he would never see the dawn breaking over bimtis again.

The footsteps slowed down, each one more muffled than the last but years of hunting in farfurth his hearing was better than what most would believe. He heard the command to surround and all jump out at once being muttered by someone, presumably the rogue leader of his particluar sector. The rogues were also generally smarter than what most people would believe..someone had them organised and that was never good. Shifting his feet in the dirt he steadied his body, preparing for the rogues to start their assualt.

Soloman stood there fof a few minutes, his eyes scanning the area and picking out at least two rogues, but he wsnt going to attack them first they would come to him. An impatient rogue lept from the shadows his curved gurka's above his head raised like fangs, ready to peirce his armor. He span around and shot his arm forwards sending the chain through the rogue's stomach as it wrapped around his spine the rogue screamed and the rest of the group started to attack.

Snapping the spine of the rogue it fell limp to the floor and his chain retreated back to him, parrying an attack with a sickle he kickied the legs from underneath the rogue and impaled him with his sword as his chain defended his back. A rogue launced a smoke grenade into the fray and it hissed releasing the mask which would blind only his eyes and not his hearing, but he spoke to soon and a concussion grenade exploded. A deafening ringing noise peirced his ears and his eyes played tricks on him.

He would have to rely on skill and experience as the smoke seemed to hover just a few inches above the mist he could still se the feet of the rogues, barely but they were there. Hopefully Kriv had taken the girl to safety...

[[Gunblade]Kriv Flamechaser]

The girl was trailing him as he ran, shots fired behind him and stone exploded around them as they cleared the catacombs underground, erupting into the sunlight in the centre of the church, rubble filled and body strewn. Kriv pushed the girl down, her coloured hair dancing as bullets ricocheted of the walls and floor. She sat behind a fallen pillar as the red head battled with the rouges, bullet for bullet.

She glanced around, searching for anything she could use as a focus point, a holy symbol preferably but anything blessed would do. She crawled across the dusty floor, keeping a low profile and hiding from stray rounds. She had searched around the pillar when she spotted something she could use. A piece of magical glass with a face emblazoned on it, the face of an old Reaper saint, a Paladin.

She cried in happiness as she lifted it up and huddled back into her hiding point, beginning a prayer to whatever gods would listen. Meanwhile, Kriv was stemming the tide of Rouges trying to break through the exit but he stood firm swinging Chester whilst trying to wound rather than kill those who approached. Screams were a bigger deterrent than bodies. He turned and span, swinging the huge blade over and under slicing stomachs and legs, cutting bodies and arms.

He managed to keep them back, bottle necking the attackers and forcing them into the narrow tunnel. However, this left Kriv’s back vulnerable to sneak attacks, something Rouges are renowned for. Kriv finished his swing, a dull thunk as the blade hit the floor ad the red headed youth let out an exhausted sigh, his body shaking from fatigue when a fist, roughly the size and shape of a shovel head gripped his shoulder and threw him, head over heels across the dust covered floor.

The Gunblader landed heavily on his back. Something cracked, it wasn’t the floor. Something sharp had punctured his side but he forced himself not to look as he felt his blood gushing from the wound. His knuckles clicked as he gripped the hilt of Chester and he tried to push himself up when a shadow descended. Kriv looked up and saw a small mountain.

“Oh.” He said. ”You.”

An armoured boot slammed down against his already shattered ribs. Shards off bone skewered his heart and punctured his lungs, flooding the thorax with blood. Kriv coughed blood and gasped as he drowned on his own life’s force. Another kick, this time to the exposed rib that punctured his side forcing it back into his body and dislocating a number of others. The young would be rescuer was slid across the floor and against the wall by the force of the strike.

Kriv was dying, there was no stopping it, his lungs were collapsed and he couldn’t breath. His heartbeat was irregular and his vision blurred. He made himself sit up, pain lancing up his side. Maybe twenty seconds before he died. He lifted Chester with his left arm, the right unable to move. He sighted along the blade at the man mountain who laughed and scoffed “Wha’ ya gonna do? Shoot meh?”

Kriv leaned back and smiled, “Something like that...” He rasped, snapping the hilt downwards. The sword twisted sharp0ly, rotating clockwise. A small hairline crack became visible along the centre of the blade whilst a strange click sounded from an internal device. A small trigger popped from the cross guard and without a second thought, Kriv pulled it.
The blade sprung open, revealing a cannibalised rifle. It was old, but strong. It fired, and Kriv died.

The girl finished the spell, Pouring energy from her magic and the holy item into the young warrior. Blood splatter hit the floor and the goliath Rouge crashed to the ground. This time, the floor cracked. The magic poured over the Gunblader, running up and down his body, repairing broken bones and limbs, stitching wounds and soothing swollen muscles. Blue energy cascading up and over him, breathing the life back into him and Krivs heart beat again, his eyes fluttered open and he looked up as a suit of armour approached.

“Asleep on the job?”