A Hallowed Magus

Failed Enforcers, Despicable Magus

I needed to get stronger.

CHOP-

"OW FUCK!"

This is a fact that I know and you know. I currently have very VERY little chance against beating the Mages Association, and knowing them, if they find out I'm not human, they'll likely send Enforcers after my ass.

CLANG!

I do not wanna end up in a jar. Despite my physiology.

CLANG!

Nope. Not happening. Not in my entire life.

CLANG!

So, I'm giving Hallowed Shade an Upgrade. Heh, I'm a poet, and I didn't even know it.

CLANG!

I like 1.0 Richtofen, he was funny as hell.

CLANG!

You're probably wondering what the hell I'm doing? Simple, I cut of my right hand and using a forge that I... Acquired... Lets go with that, anyways, using a forge I'm merging said hand into my Weapon to give it a Soul Stealing Property similar to my own, except better. You see, every hit I do to an entity with a Soul, or an entity with a life force, gives me a small part of their soul/life force, however, even if I kill it I still only get a fraction of its soul/life force till it dies. But! I can make my sword steal most of the soul/life force while also giving me the usual amount. Then again I can use my Prana as an alternate fuel source for my spells.

HISS!

BANG BANG BANG!

RUMBLE

Also mages are at my door step trying to break through a wall heavily runed metal made with my tendrils and magecraft. That hiss was me cooling off my sword.

"YOU BETTER HURRY UP OR WE'RE BOTH TOAST YOU ASSHOLE!" A certain Ass-Cat shouts at me through our mental link.

I both hate and love him.

I sharpen my newly made blade and prepare to curb stomp some shit heads. If memory serves correct then that means there are a total of thirty enforcers that the Clocktower uses, and they sent three of them, and a freelancer too. Not too many but not too little.

Welp, it's a shame that such potential will be lost. They probably could have been awesome allies. But sadly they work for the clocktower.

Let's see how powerful they make my blade.

I calmly, walk towards the wall of metal I made, because apparently the MA already knew what I looked like. Probably cause I used to live in Britain.

I use my tendrils and smash open the wall, sending fragments of metal and steel all over-

WHERE THE FUCK DID THEY GO?

They step out fron behind some(now metal covered) trees. They look a bit ruffled but hey, at least they're alive for me to slaughter them.

"We can-"

"Do this the easy way or the hard way?" I rhetorically answer.

The lady scowled at that, in which I return it with a grin. "Before I slaughter you all-" I see the Freelancer smirk "-I wish to learn your names."

The Lady I interrupted steps up.

http://imgur.com/gallery/Hxlrf

Juliana Kotomine