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"And so the fool comes." Raven said to himself. He sat at the top of the tower, looking out at the oncoming warrior. His rounded and seemingly joyous face suddenly a mask of cool calculations. Balanced on his shoulder was a blade, roughly as long as he was, and with a width thicker than a tree trunk. Ancient words were scribed across the steel of the blade; they pulsed with an eerie blue light. His blond hair, combed back, seemed to float slightly in the light of his sword. His soft brown eyes watched his approaching foe, carefully. Finally his muscled form moved to a dark corner of the room, assisted by a black robe, which also served to conceal the black armor on his body.
As Vyrse landed, he paused. His hands instinctively flew to his guns, lifting them in time to block a sword aimed at his head. The single rune on the back of the guns set off a deep red glow as the blue light shimmered.
“So you did come, foul warrior.”
“Not bad for a bodyguard.” Vyrse said, seconds before kicking off the blade. He flipped, touched down on the wall, and took his aim. The room was suddenly consumed by noise as the hammer fell once, twice, and a third time. When the ringing noise ceased the opposing warrior wore a smug grin on his face at the shocked expression on Vyrse’s face. The bullets lay useless on the floor, the warrior had used his sword to deflect the shots, yet the sword had not a dent in it. Vyrse, eyes trained for speed, had barely seen him move.
“What are you?”
“A warrior, like yourself. Now, taste my blade!” Vyrse placed one gun in the path of the massive blade and grinned at his foe as he brought the second one up to fire. The swordsman tilted his blade and sent the shot ricocheting into the wall.
“I must say I’m impressed.” Vyrse commented. “I didn’t think a person here could oppose me.”
“We know of your demon weapons, I have trained all my life to destroy you. Now die Vyrse! Die by the hand and blade of Raven the Gunslayer!” Vyrse ducked down to avoid the blade. A second later he locked the sword again, using both his guns.
“Interesting. You have called me foul, and my weapons demons. Yet it is your employer that is the foul one.”
“Liar! The king is fair, and grants the people many things from the other world! The towns are prosperous, and the citizens are happy!” The blanket of fury over Vyrse's face seemed to crack into a smile for a second before returning. He slowly holstered his guns. Raven swung his blade to sever his opponent’s neck, yet Vyrse grabbed and stopped it.
“Very well Raven, I give your opinion a chance. We will go to the nearest village and should one person cry against the king, I will kill both he and you.”
“If not?” Raven said, slowly sheathing his blade.
“We shall see.”
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