"This Empire will stand against existence and will prevail when faced with the cruelty of time. This Empire will etch its name into the stone of eternity. This Empire shall know no failure, shall suffer no defeat and will endure until all that is wi...
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Commander: "Stop right there! State your intention or be fired upon!"
Haschwalth doesn't speak as he summons his shield in a flash of light. Staring down the White Fang soldiers pointing their weapons at him, he doesn't back down or regard them as a threat.
Commander: "That's it. Open fire!"
The soldiers open fire on Haschwalth as he simply stands still. Letting the dust rounds collide with him. Each shot seems to phase into him as his shield begins to show signs of cracks and damage, even though he wasn't blocking with it.
After the barrage of gunfire ceased, the soldiers watched as Haschwalth still stood. No sign of injury or damage was displayed across him. The only thing damaged was his shield. But that changed, as did the balance of fate.
Haschwalth's shield immediately removed the cracks it had upon it. Doing so caused all the shots that had hit him to appear on those who hit him seemingly. As each shot connected with their respected owner, they were sent fly as they used Gravity Dust shots to incapacitate the intruder. The soldiers were each sent flying away. Some onto the ground, others into buildings and market stands. The bystanders' panicked screams rang out through the village as Haschwalth calmly began to make his way toward the mansion of the Chieftess.
Making his way through the village, he flawlessly cuts through any form of opposition in his way. Most of the time, he didn't even put up any form of defense. Every attack he had directed at him was simply absorbed by his shield and redirected back to the attacker.
As he approaches the main gate-like fence surrounding the mansion, the resistance he receives grows more intense. But he pays it no mind. Looking back to see if he would need to deal with any attackers, he notices that the townspeople were being evacuated. This meant that the forces that would be opposing him from now on would be less than what he had expected.
With a swift blade swing, he cleaves straight through the metal gate. Making his way into the outer courtyard, he is met by more drastic forms of defense. The White Fang had now resorted to using explosives. Something Haschwalth, like before, had little to no worry of.
As he walked through the courtyard, he kept his stoic look as all around him, acts of what could only be considered pure luck seemingly shielded him from the explosive's harm. Grenades detonated too early or not at all; rockets lost control of their trajectory and spiraled out of control. All the while, the blonde swordsman continued walking as though nothing was occurring around him.
Eventually, he made it to the front door. Sheathing his blade, he was granted another sign of luck as one of the door handles had been blown off, allowing him to open the door simply.
Entering into the large house, he politely closes the door. Turning around, he makes his way through the entrance hall. His stark white cloak contrasted against the brown wood of the floor and wall. Stopping in the center of the room, he quickly lowers his head as a massive razor-sharp boomerang flies right through where his head would've been.
