Every wound will shape me, Every Scar will build my throne. Ardere lifted the cup of warm sake, and sighed for a moment. The tavern around him was at the perfect level of serenity, significantly silent with few people around. It was not often that he found himself in a village such as this, nor in a tavern such as this, but it seemed he was finding himself in odd circumstances as of late. Touching his lips to the edge of the cup, he took a sip of the warm whitish liquid. Sake was perhaps his favorite drink from back home, and even though it was customary to us a bowl of sorts, he preferred the cup. As for the tavern, it was obviously to his liking. The fire mage found himself sitting at the bar, in the Mountain Village. It had been weeks since he had been here, back then he was still a Rune Knight. It was strange to think so much had changed in such a short amount of time. Hikari had been the one to bring him here last time, and it was a good thing she did, for he thught it was a damn good cup of sake. Peering down at the blood red Sabertooth tattoo on his forearm, he heard something. The brown haired man had been minding his own business, when foot steps interrupted his nice little vacation. The door popped open, being breached by a strong force, as an arrow landed into the wooden post next to him. Keeping his back turned to the men, a sigh was let out from his pale lips. You know, it's not very polite to- Air breaking, a whisp let out, he saw the arrow hit higher up on the post. Fine, you've got me. Standing up with his hands towards the sky, he winked to the bartender. There was no chance in Hell some bandits or whomever was assaulting the tavern would get a hold of the Fire King. An alias he did not feel like he yet deserved, but it was important to keep his confidence up, he had been too self conscious in his earlier mage years. Confidence was key, confidence was key, he thought. Screw it, he thought as he acted instinctively. Reaching his hand, out he grabbed the arrows as he ducked down. Unfortunately for the men, Ardere was passively faster than most mages of his own rank, and they would not be able to react fast enough. Sweeping his leg under the stool, he sent it flying towards on of the now confirmed to be men. Then like throwing darts, two arrows his the other man's knees. Yelping in pain, both of the men received kicks to the face as a form of insurance as to their level of consciousness. Standing at the doorway of the town, he heard voices. Round everyone up! Take anything you even think might be worth half a jewel! Gritting his teeth, the Sabertooth mage shook his head. The town appeared to be under siege by bandits. Same shit, different day. Unsheathing the orange and white sword known as Clarent, he rolled his neck back and forth creating a few popping sounds. Tags:@The Legendary Shuhei |
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