Blades (concept for B. for Blades)

Prologue

This world, my world, full of colorful people and places. There’s a war going on between nations, but that won’t matter too much…let me think what else? Hmm…oh yea I guess I could introduce myself, I’m Blades, and a member of the Mercenaries guild. The members of the guild go by their professionals. People would think I’d be called swordsman since I have swords on my back most of the time, but I’m pretty much the best at any bladed weapon. At any given time, I have a blade on me, just might not be visible. During missions, I tend to carry anywhere from 4 blades on up, but enough bout me for now.

(Blades to the right)

The kingdoms that are squabbling often hired mercenaries to kill certain targets, or really anything, just so long as we get paid, it doesn’t matter what the job is. Well it isn’t just kingdoms that can hire us…really anyone ha ha. So long as they are good for the money upon completion of the mission. There are a few mercs that don’t take too kindly to getting stiffed when they don’t get paid…usually ends with a trip to an infirmary or grave, depending on the merc.

Rules are next I guess…lets see…there is one bout not killing the patron but that one is over looked when the patron fails to pay…hmm…always complete the mission after you receive it, so basically don’t quit the mission, cause then someone else has to pick up your slack…k enough bout rules, most mercs go by just those 2 anyway.

Oh yeah!!! They call me Blades for another reason, it’s said I have such amazing control over my our blades that other blades wont harm me either and guess what…its true. No bladed weapon can cut my skin. No real reason why not, I’m just that good. There are ranking too, for mercs in the guild. I’m rank 2!!! They arent posted anywhere its just sorta known to a few of us. Everyone has a rank and knowns theirs when someone moves up everyone knows it, not what rank they moved to, just that they moved. The one that falls because of it might be pissed and try something if its known what rank they are promoted to. I’ve had a few fights from bragging bout a rank before ha ha it wasn’t good, for them.

Well I figure you want to know what happens so I’ll tell ya. I had just been promoted to rank 28. Which is quiet high up there, and I was telling everyone. Of course, I went to a bar to celebrate, why not. So I had been drinking a bit. Telling everyone look at me the great Blades, rank 28. I can’t be stopped just moving up higher and higher in ranks. XD when I bummed into a big ole guy that was being a party pooper, sitting there all quiet, turns out he had just lost a rank, rank 28 to be precise. I told him, hey buddy you just bummed into the newly rank 28 of the merc guild, say you’re sorry, mister newly ranked up rank 28 guy…I think I was a little drunk when I said that. “28?” He said to me, “that’s the rank I just lost!!!” I sobered up pretty quickly, knowing what was bout to happen…he swing at me. I dodged by jumping backwards. He yelled for his buddies. They stood in a strong defense pattern, as I bite my lip trying to count them, pointing my finger at them and mouthing numbers to myself. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU DRUNK BASTARD!!!” the former rank 28 yelled at me. “counting to see how many coffins, I’ll need to buy for all of you.” “why you!!!!” he charged at me, breaking up the formation with his small minded rage. He went to swing at me, I caught his hand and slung him over me with that momentum. He fell on his ass, while upside-down, he yelled at his buddies, “GUT THAT FISH!!!” I win…

They drew their swords, knowing me as only the guy that stole the rank from their buddy, not as Blade. The first 2 swing wildly, I skillfully dodged them when ease, cutting like a knife with every sharp move I made. I pushed those 2 down so to make former rank 28 not so lonely J . 2 more came at me with my back turned. I spun sharply straitening my hands out, keeping them tight. Jabbing them straight in their guts. Their eyes rolled back and both coughed up blood falling over instantly, out cold with internal bleeding. The 3 that had been knocked down, stood up, raring to fight. “Come on stay down,” I told the 3. The last 2 and the 3 moved at the same time. “fine I warned you.” I moved at the former 28, breaking his wrist with the flick of mine. Grabbed his sword from his now crippled hand…not fast enough…their blades were at my back.

“HA HA, gotcha now.” former 28 said through the pain of his hand. I turned around, “so what if I’m a little slow from my drinks.” when I turn to face the 4 of them. Former 28 sees no cuts in my back, ever though it cut my shirt :’( I stepped forward giving all 4 of them a nice deep throat hole. Their bodies went limp fell to their knees and their heads feel backwards along the cut. With a flick of my wrist I toss the blade in my hand up, it spins end over end, and slides its edge down my back, and plunges into the wooden floor boards. My shirt falls from me, reveling no injuries. With my back turned to him, I said, “want to try to cut me?” “What are you?” I took a moment turned around slowly and said, “…oh right, I didn’t introduce myself did I?” I put out my hand. “I’m Blades.”