Bloody Mary.

A Young Man?

After the healing and normal church service it was night as Cale set off to go back home he only hoped that the kids didn't cause a ruckus.

The journey was boring whereas Cale describes it as ' peaceful'.

" Master Cale we're in a slight problem." The coach man said with a little worry in his voice.

'bandits.'  Cale suspected that was the only answer. Only they would attack a carriage at this time.

And he was right. At least twenty bandits surrounded the carriage that he was riding.

" Master we're in a big problem!."  The coach man sounded like he was gonna cry, I mean, I would probably cry if too was in that position.

" Hey rich bitch who's int the carriage come out now."

A bandit said trying to draw out Cale.

' his words sounds strange'

Cale looked beside him and noticed the seat could move so he got curious causiosly he lift it off.

There he found swords of all kind long and short, coloured and not.

He picked a crimson coloured  medium lengthed sword and hid it up in his right arm it pressed on his white skin as he exited the carriage.

" Hello, what may be the problem?." Cale asked giving them a sly smile. ( Human! are going to scam someone?)

The bandits were baffled the person who they desied to rob was so

so

So beautiful,holy, magical,lovely, hot, cute.

Some even regret trying to rob him but they've reached this far there was no turning back now.

" We want everything that yo have." A bandit said. He seemed to be the leader.

" Everything? Even my clothes?."
With his head slightly tilted to the left, his left hand's index finger on the bottom of his bottom red plumped lip that is
still had the sly smile, eyes that were half opened it was truly a look of seduction. ( In the bandits eyes.)

Really and truly he was only messing with them.

" J-j-just give us everything else!" The leader of the bandits shouted with pink blush across his face.

' hmm, if I think about it I could kill them all in a matter of minutes but why would i.'

"Aghh!" A sudden voice shouted out. Cale turn his head swiftly to glance at what's happening.

There he saw dead bodies of six of the bodies and a figure in the shadow.

The figure slowly walked out into the open.

Jet black hair, eyes the color of blood, and a wicked gaze pale skin.

He was wearing a black sleeveless shirt, a black cape on his left shoulder, a black belt and pants.

He walked towards cale and the bandits took a step back.

When he was right at cale's side Cale saw that there was blood on his left cheek.

' visous' Cale mentally shuddered.

Cale took the fine piece of white cloth from his pocket and handed it to the young man.

The guy took it willingly.

" Ggrr! I don't know just who you are! but I don't care I'll kill you!." The leader of the bandits shouted his voice was filled with rage.

" Charge!. " He shouted again.

The sword that was hided in Cale's sleeve was taken out in order to kill.

Seven bandits rushed at Cale and the other seven at the young man.

The crimson coloured sword sliced two of the bandits head clean off. The sword craved for blood. The other seven gathered up to overpower Cale but their efforts were in futile. As cale swiftly and gracefully sliced their heads off giving them a peaceful death.

( Totally not me using math☺️)

( 20-6=14=7+7) ☺️🙂 ( why did I do this?)

On the other hand the young man was brutal. He slashed one across the chest, sliced off their arms turning them into human sticks.

No remorse, no empathy, no emotion.

After all that.

The young man walked towards cale in a calm manner- like he wasn't just brutally killing just a while ago.

Cale stared at the young man before bowing at a 90° degree angle. " Thank you for your help." He said.

I'll stop here bye