A short time ago, just before the Dark Ministry started their assassinations on the four Blood Roses, was when it happened.
It seemed like a normal day. It was a little windy, but that wasn't that suprising in.. you know, autumn. It's been half a week since Fenrock started training Lucia in his 'special' way of fighting. He remembered how he himself learned it.. It was ten years ago, when he was 19 years old. Fenrock traveled to a far away land on another continent, somewhere in the northern east, where he met a man with white hair and.. cat-like eyes, actually. At first, the style seemed rather impracticle, but as he learned how to use it properly and added his own touch to it, it became a strong and fast-paced way of fighting.
Anyway, out of Fenrock's thoughts, back to Ravigrad. Fenrock was wandering through the streets, like he usually did, and just entered the red-light district.
The atmosphere was so much different on day than it was during the night. However, that doesn't speak for everything..
Fenrock heard the sound of punches and kicks, followed by screams of agony and 'Give us your money' shouts and such.
Just around the corners were three guys beating up another one. They wore signature brown leather coats, that looked a little torn. One of them especially stood out – a man with long, messy, swamp-green hair and a scruffy, rough beard.
„Now would you look at that," Fenrock said, „It's not every day you see the infamous leader of Tripwire in the streets of Ravigrad."
Indeed. Fetch, the leader of the drug and trap making criminal organisation Tripwire, rarely, if at all showed his face, thus the man himself was a big mistery.
However, let's just say Fenrock.. met him once.
„Ah, Fenrock Stormblade.. You're all the talk around here, you and your friends.. Nice to see you once again!" Fetch replied.
„That so? I don't here from the guys too often anymore, but that's not important right now." Fenrock then walked up to the three. The two goons looked very threatening and even drew their knives, but Fetch called them off, „I'm rather interested in what you're doing here."
„What's that?" Fetch asked, „The mighty Scarlet Demon cares for the well being of Avanturia's inhabitants! What a time to be alive!" the green-haired leader laughed, „No but honestly, since when do you care about the whereabout of some no good, worthless piece of misery like this little fucker?" Fetch wondered, while kicking the poor man again, „Wait, lemme guess! It's definitely not, because you're a vigilanty all of a sudden, that's not it.." A wide grin spread on his face and he started to laugh menacingly insane, „AHAHAHAHA! I got it, it's a woman! YES! You've found yourself a little lassy, didn't you, you silver tongued devil!"
Fenrock stopped in his way, „Leave him be." he said unimpressed, „Lest you want this to end ugly."
„Ouh.. threats.." Fetch slowly walked towards the Blood Rose, slightly tilting his head. All of a sudden he drew a gun and shot the beaten up man! „Whoops.. My fingers slipped." he said, „What are you gonna do..? Huh? Kill me? Break my bones? Don't you think that I didn't forget what you did!"
Just as the two were stalling, Fenrock felt something sharp piercing his right side. A burning feeling rushed from the spot – poison!
Completely thrown off guard, Fenrock sunk to his knees as the pain grew more and more viscious.
He saw Fetch and the goons making their way to a manhole, back to their hideout, „Oh and neither did Rhaul..." Fetch lastly said, laughing madly before hopping into the sewers.
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Tales of Avanturia 1
FantasyFenrock, a lone wanderer is looking for his kin. People, that bear the curse of the Blood Rose. On their journey they fight various monsters and save the world. You know, that kind of stuff. *One of my first works. I'm currently working on the secon...