Ronin (A Marvel Fan pitch)

Prologue

The guards stand there at the temple entrance, watching, waiting just for something to happen. Hands on the hilts of their weapons. Both had black samurai robes, black hair tied in a bun, stone cold faces, standing on different sides of the entry way. Just then, a man in a black hooded cloak walks up the steps, black suit attached with a hood, and a mask covering his face, accompanied by another similar figure, but had no cloak. Obliviously He was with him. They finally make it to the entrance, as the two guards draw their swords, which were in front of the cloaked figures face.

"None shall pass." Said one of the guards.

"There must be a mistake, you see, I have access to the temple." Said the cloaked one.

"No one has access to this place." Said the same guard. "Not even one with your standards."

"You dare insult a head leader of the Ronin's?" Said his companion, who signals him to silence.

"Please, consider this an arrangement." He said calmly.

"Like we said. No—" He stopped before the cloaked figure stabs him, the blade had a green flame covered in it. The other guard tries to strike, but the other figure ignites the metallic blade and strikes the guards weapon away, leaving an opening as he stabs him. He takes the flaming blade out of his chest, as the guards fall to the ground. The two ronin's enter the temple. Both remove their mask. The cloaked one had long grayish brown hair, a beard, and grayish blue eyes. The other was much younger. He had red hair, brown eyes, and a determined expression. They search the temple, as the cloaked figure discovers a chest, a map.

"At last." Said Hector Calloway, the head of the fallen Ronin army, The fang clan. He looks at the map, the location of course was hidden with clues.

"Now what?" Asked Liam Hunter, his young apprentice, who is tasked with the same mission.

"...the search begins, for we unleash the legend." Said Calloway, with a calm grin on his face.