I lay there wondering what loving adventure awaits me tomorrow. Little did I know the real issue would catch me when I awoke. Something felt strange, something I haven't felt in a decently long time. I stood up immediately and I could feel this terrible presence in the direction of the town. What in God's name could it even be. Whatever it was, wasn't pleasant at all. Should I really risk sticking my head out there again? I let out a sigh and spoke under my breath, "What do I have to lose?" I ran and headed for the village again.
"Well that is most unpleasant." I said eyeballing the manifestation that lay before me. A man with a wolf's head on this own, arms to rip someones head off and swords that a chain spun on, hovering in mid air. I walked over to a cowering guard beside a wanted picture of me on the wall, "Man fuzzy wuzzy looks pissed. What ya say you go up there and deal with him?"
"Hey screw you man!" The cowering guard whisperingly snapped.
"Wow, temper temper man. Chill out here, I'll take care of it. Be right back coward." I jumped into the air facing the man demanding the townsfolk to do shit that I cared nothing about and didn't really care. All I know is this guys voice was so annoying. I now know why his presence felt so disturbing, he was battle-torn and looked about as well as he smelled. That or his wolf's head was just now decomposing on his skull. "Hey asshole, have ya heard of a bath, it takes all the smell and pain away from your day!" He didn't seem amused.
"What did you say, you little shit!" he demanded.
"Let me spell it out to you, B-A-T-H. That spells Hygiene." I said sarcastically.
"Do you find me stupid?! I'll have your head!" He barked. "No one makes a mockery of Charleston Methalgious."
"Wow you had a rough childhood, didn't ya? You got some meat in your wolf teeth you meister you. You poet of greatness." Then it hit me like a rock to my noggin. "MEAT MEISTER! That's what I'll call you. More simplistic and not so hard to remember. And face it man, your name sucks."
"I'll cut you in half and eat your heart!" he barked immediatly.
"Common pooch. Let's see it!" I challenged.
He lunged at me and swung his chainblades rapidly and his speed was a little faster than I would've liked. I flipped backwards landing back on the ground. "Land oh how I've missed you. Uh oh." I looked up and he threw his chainsword down at me. "Oh shit!" I jumped and landed on the hilt. I chuckled and went to look up triumphantly and said, "ha! Miss...." But before I could finish he let out a yell and kicked me off the hilt and sent me flying into a building. "Ow.......Bad Dog. I said walking out of the shadows of the building.
"Why not draw your sword, give me a challenge!" he boasted pulling his chainsword from the ground.
"Jesus man how about ya give me a second." I said while smirking and blood running down the side of my face. Then I thought to myself, "Okay, lets kick things up a notch." I pulled my sword and the hilt unraveled and it started glowing once again. I ripped off the cloak I had on and threw it up in the air as hard as i could sending in the clouds. "By the time that comes back down, I'll be done with you."
He growled and charged at me, I ran equally at him and then something caught my eye that worried me a bit. His chainswords caught in flames and when my sword and his swords met all I saw was sparks from the chains on his blades grinding on my blade and the flames gazing reflection in his eyes. I ripped forward and shoved us both in separate directions. He came at me in swinging flurries. I charged at him like I stood a chance but I felt his power, the townspeople watched as I took slash by slash. Each cut opened up on me would burn shut for him to just cut and cut again, tearing up my skin. Finally I hit the ground and he punted me and I went flying with my sword at his feet. "Now, I will kill you with your own sword." I looked up as he picked up my sword, then when I looked at the glow of the sword, it pulsed to my heartbeat. It got faster and faster, and all I felt was anger and rage. He walked over to me, step by step I lost myself more and more. I looked down at my hands and it looked like black steel armor was now on my hand and wrist and a green aura left them. "This is what happens when someone tries to make a mockery of me!" He swung the sword down and instinctively I reached up and grabbed the blade. Then I felt it, the anger, the rage, the hatred exploded out of me and the green aura surrounded me like a whirlwind and blasted him back. I stood to my feet and spun the sword to my hands.
"You wanna play Fido." I said darkly. "Let's dance." As soon as my hands hit the grip of my sword the aura also tore around the blade.
He grabbed his swords and ran at me and swung upward and I stood there and took his sword to the left of my face cutting vertically up my left eye to above my eyebrow. He laughed like he one some sort of special award.
"That really all you got?" I said moving my head back down looking him in the eye. I watched as his eyes bulged into fear. He went to swing again but I punched his chest sending him soaring through the head first into a house. I walked over and ripped him out by the heal and threw him in the air and jumped slashing him from every angle. I landed standing and sheathed my sword to my back and the aura and flames went away and so did the gauntlets that covered my hands. I was puzzled but didn't care at the moment. Finally he hit the ground in a bloody puddle. The guards wasted no time and ran over the take him to prison after threatening the civilians and attacking guards.
The cloak was falling and as I walked forward I caught it and quickly wrapped it around me. I walked over to a white haired kid beside a wanted poster of me. "Got a pen?" He looked scared but handed me one. I ripped the poster off the wall and eyeballed him, "What's your name?"
"My name? I'm Bartholomew." He said quietly.
I signed the wanted picture, "To Bartholomew..." I worried about my name so I signed it, "From Matthias. Here ya go kid. From all the badass you witnessed just now." I pulled up my hood, smiled, handed the picture to him and ruffled his hair. And as the guards started chasing me again because Max spotted me, "No rest for the weary." I was outta there.
