What the Hell is a Musketeer?

Now it was the leader of these vile bandits that sighed shaking his head slowly “That is truly a pity. Well, I suppose my men will just have to destroy you and all that you hold dear then. We shall not hesitate, and you will not leave this manor alive.” He glances back at the four wizards that are left standing with a smirk “Kill him, and do not let him leave here alive, or you shall have me to contend with once I have dealt with him.” He warned before teleporting to the back of the room crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall. He had no reason to fight yet, or so he thought, but Feitan would give him reason soon enough. 

The earth-make wizards all looked back at their leader then forward to Feitan. All of them began to mold magic for some purpose, and soon each of them had a spell that was ready to attack. Feitan simply rolled his eyes as he lifted his sword in one hand and threw it like a spear at one of the earth maker wizards hitting him directly in the chest ending his life. The other three were startled by this, but it seemed the static makers who recovered the quickest. Each of them wielding a weapon made of earth and stone.

This didn’t bother Feitan in the slightest as he rolled his eyes flexing lightly as he took his stance ready to fight off these slime balls without mercy.

 OOC:
HP: 130/200
MP: 60%
Demon Monk Duration 3/6
Shackles of the Sinner CD 3/6

What these fools didn’t know as that in this form Feitan was easily far more physically powerful than he was without it. As they neared him Feitan was ready to strike, and one of them was foolish enough to throw a hammer made of earth right at his head. This only made Feitan smirk as he flicked his finger forward catching the hammer and sending it right back at its master slamming him in the face and sending him into unconsciousness in his already weakened state. This was one of the many awesome powers of the Demon Monk known as Dark force. Now that it was done Feitan had a few other powers to use, but none of them would be as effective as that. 

When the remaining two got up to him they swung. One was holding an axe made of earth and tried to cut off Feitan’s head, instead, he stepped in and slammed his palm into the shaft of the weapon shattering it into pieces with his brute strength. He then smirked and struck the man straight in the head with a solid right hook breaking his jaw and several other bones as he knocked him to the floor with such force that his head actually bounced off of the floor. The last remaining earth maker rushed up behind him with a sword made from the earth, and he tried to strike Feitan, but the Takeover wizard was too fast and turned around catching the sword in a powerful hand sending his left fist into the wizard’s stomach dropping him out of the rest of the fight before dropping the sword onto his head.

OOC:
HP: 130/200
MP: 60%
Demon Monk Duration 4/6
Shackles of the Sinner CD 4/6

Feitan stood up straight and he licked his lips slightly looking upon all of the bodies he had racked up “I guess that spells the end of this little annoying resistance you have. Just surrender and I shall be sure to kill you quickly.” He said with a smirk as he started to slowly make his way over to Feitan.

The man sighed shaking his head “Bunch of idiots that’s all. They aren’t as powerful as I am, and there is no reason that you should feel that this is some victory.” He said before he suddenly was no longer there. He reappeared behind Feitan kicking him in his back and sending him flying forward smashing his face on the floor. With that, he smirked “Seems the big bad demon can’t defend his back from a simple kick. That’s rather amusing to say the least.”

Feitan slowly pushed himself up to his feet licking his lips slowly “mmmm That was quite a little bout I’ll tell you, but I will not stand for it. You haven’t beaten me yet, and while this form may not have the greatest defense against such annoying tricks, I have plenty more.” With that said Feitan turned to face the man clapping his hands. The sound was very strange it was like the ringing of a great bell. When it happened his body was suddenly covered in darkness yet again, but, this time, his body shrunk and changed until he was the spitting image of the son of the great overlord, this was Mao his son. “Now you will feel the power of the overlord’s Blood.”

OOC:
HP: 130/200
MP: 50%
Mao Son of the Overlord Duration
Demon Monk CD Begin
Shackles of the Sinner CD 5/6

The teleporter was a bit stunned by his appearance it was much less frightening than the one he was previously in, and it even seemed a bit weaker, but perhaps he was misjudging it a tad. Still he knew that he could teleport from any attack it could come up with, but now the wizard seemed to be standing in the room not moving a muscle this was strange the wizard didn’t seem to be the type to just let the world move around him, and certainly not one to let the enemy strike first.

Still the teleporter wizard began to rapidly move about the room teleporting before he decided to attack the wizard from behind once more, this time, he would go for punches instead. Yet as he went to go strike he was suddenly caught. His arm and his neck were caught by some unseen force, at least, Unseen until a shadowy figure stood up in front of him. Feitan smirked as he turned around and touched the man “Rapture.” He said. At that point, the wizard teleported away, but the shadow still held him like that.

He screamed as he tried to hit it with his other hand although it didn’t work out “What is this thing?!” he cried out trying to shake it off of himself. 

Feitan smirked as he watched before his right hand began to glow green and so did the teleporting wizard “That is my shadow, and it has you now. Thank you for being so stupid and making the first move. It saved me the trouble.” With that the magic in the wizards body exploded inside of him causing him to scream out in pain while Feitan’s shadow began to choke him.

OOC:
HP: 130/200
MP: 50%
Mao Son of the Overlord Duration 1/7
Demon Monk CD 1/7
Shackles of the Sinner CD 6/6

The man tried once more to teleport, but this time it actually worked to a certain degree. He teleported down the hallway enough that he could get rid of Feitan’s shadow. When it reached the edge of its range it dropped back into the world and rushed back to Feitan looking slightly offended. This didn’t bother Feitan much as he walked forward again smirking and licking his lips as he followed the wizard looking up at the ceiling. It was this point that his shadow ran up the wall and onto the ceiling staying there. This was both a good thing and a bad thing it showed that the manor’s roof was under 5 meters tall, but if it was shorter than 4 meters than it would prove problematic to what Feitan was planning to do.

It was at this point that he licked his lips “Alright then from what I’ve seen you can only travel in one direction once you commit to it, and that’s perfect for me.” He said as he continued down the hallway driving the teleporter further down as well to keep out of range of Feitan’s shadow. 

The teleporter frowned as he had hoped that his secret wouldn’t be found out this quickly. He hoped that his other secret wouldn’t be discovered as well about the delay, and he glanced back. He was at the end of the hallway and there was no further place for him to run. Feitan took the chance for him to let his hands glow green clapping them together. The man suddenly felt his body being very strange then it happened his mana exploded inside of him sending him flying into the wall. No sooner had he hit than he felt himself exploding once again knocking him to his knees panting “W-what the hell is-is this?!” he bellowed as he fought to his feet.

Feitan laughed wickedly and filled with madness “It is rapture Magic. Simply put as long as you have magical energy I can make it explode wherever you are!!!”

OOC:
HP: 130/200
MP: 50%
Mao Son of the Overlord Duration 2/7
Demon Monk CD 2/7

The teleporter’s eyes suddenly went wide. He had heard horror stories of the powers of Rapture magic, but he never thought that there was anyone with it anymore. It was an ancient or lost magic with so little information on it the abilities it could possess were limitless. He glanced over to the table next to him and smirked as he put a hand on it causing it to vanish and reappear over Feitan’s head. 

As it fell however he simply let his body be covered by a deep purple aura his shadow suddenly forming into 15 snakes and these shot out to smash into the Teleporter repeatedly for a moment. Right before the table fell on Feitan’s head his attack ended and his shadow appeared behind him catching the table and throwing it at the hostage taking wizard. There was no choice here the wizard ported behind Feitan.

He had to get to some better space. As he started to run Feitan was already facing that direction and he pulled the glasses off of his face smashing them in hand. His body morphed and changed until it was a great demon with two great wings. His hands and his wings began to glow and finally they shot out all four of them fusing together to form a giant blast wave that filled the hallway entirely and smashed into the back of the teleporting wizard slamming him into the wall of the general upstairs area. He hit with enough force that he was stuck inside a hole that he had made with his body. Of course his torment wasn’t to end there as Feitan was now back in his normal Mao appearance. He walked down the hallway holding up his hand letting it and the wizard glow right before his magic exploded inside of his body the pain and action freeing him from the wall letting him collapse.

 OOC:
HP: 130/200
MP: 50%
Mao Son of the Overlord Duration 3/6
Demon Monk CD 3/7

The Teleporter wizard struggled to get to his feet completely being beaten up, and having so much done to him, it was incredibly hard for him to actually get back on his feet. Still he managed to somehow make it to his feet, and it was this point he noticed he couldn’t move his feet. Looking down at the floor he could see Feitan’s shadow holding him firmly in place. This was horrifying and he could believe that it was happening again he had to get away, but as he tried to teleport his magic exploded inside of his body once more knocking any possibility of him escaping from his mind. He couldn’t focus on actually trying to make something happen.
 
He couldn’t get away from this kind of thing, the power he was being struck by. He looked back to see Feitan standing behind him and his left hand was focusing something strange inside of it. Suddenly, he shot it forward and a great beam of light ripped through the manor, and slammed full on against the wizard it was far too powerful for him to handle and he was vaporized entirely his body in signed pieces right there on the ground.
 

As the light slowly faded away Feitan was standing back in his normal form, and he moved about the room collecting his blade, and his umbrella smiling to himself as he got them all gathered up sheathing the umbrella he began to walk down the hallway where the fighting had happened hoping to find his quarry there.

This was not how he wanted things to go down, but there was nothing to be done for it. He was here to do a job and there was nothing that could be done about it. The Laughing Coffin contract was iron clad and as unbreakable as the chains that lashed the souls of the dead. He then looked to the first door on his left kicking it open without much flair or drama he wanted to find his targets. Still as he entered the room and looked around he couldn’t see anyone. This was just a very annoying little occurrence, but the manor was very large, however, and he wouldn’t get it right on the first try. At least, that’s what he thought.

He left the drawing room that he had entered and looked around crossing the hall kicking the door open to reveal a guest bathroom. Slowly his madness and his short temper began to flare up, and he couldn’t understand why there was so much nonsense going on in this manor. He wouldn’t look around through all of these rooms no. He had other people for that. He walked back into the upstairs common room and headed to a window punching it out and leaning out of the shattered window to bellow “GET THE HELL IN HERE YOU MUSKETEER’S THE WIZARDS ARE ALL DEAD NOW COME HELP ME FIND THE HOSTAGES!!!” He waited until he could see the three women come running into the manor before he ducked back into the room leaning against the wall wondering if he should get to work on making coffins for all of them.

Feitan was sick and tired of waiting for this annoying job to finish, but he supposed that it was about time that he needed to get things in order so he took it upon himself to start dragging all of the bodies together into a pile in the center of the room. It was the best idea that he could manage right at this moment in time. He had to make sure that things were in order, but there were a lot of bodies, and, even more, blood to be picked up, and cleaned up. It would have to be the best he could possibly do, seeing as it really was the best that he could do. 

It was a tedious task, but it was a very fun way to kill the time. He was going to enjoy himself and he posed some of the prettier bodies in silly, outrageous, or horrific poses letting his madness fill his mind and heart to the fullest. He only managed to finish getting all of the bodies in order in the upstairs area when the three women  rushed up looking at him and his grotesque artwork in horror “What the hell are you doing?!” Atha demanded looking horrified.

This only caused Feitan to groan “I haven’t been able to locate  you friends, you know the hostages. If you want them found you’ll have to do it yourself. I’ve killed the leader and all of the hostage takers, so you’ll have to find the hostages yourselves. I don’t have the time or patience, and seeing as I’m assuming you don’t want this place to be even more damaged then this is what you’ll have to do. I’ll be waiting right here if there are any rats left.” He said ignoring them as he continued to move about enjoying his hobby. The three women looked horrified, but spread out and began to search for their friends.

It didn’t take them very long to actually search out the hostages bursting in on them. Portha was the one who found them screaming out as loud as she possibly could “I’ve found them!” she screamed as she ran Into the room and began to hurriedly untie, and unbind them from their bonds. The other two musketeers rushed into the room with Feitan bringing up the rear. The lord looked to all three with grateful eyes smiling and hugging each of them “oh thank you all so very much! You are all so wonderful! I thought we were goners! I thought those fiends would steal our jewels and take off leaving us as corpses!” he suddenly noticed Feitan tilting his head “Who is this?” he asked looking a bit nervous.

Atma spoke up before Feitan could “This is Feitan. He is a member of the Laughing Coffin guild in Fiore. He’s the one who got rid of these foul wizards and saved you. Truly we owe him a great deal.” 

The lord rushed up to Feitan hugging him tightly “Oh you glorious boy! You amazing wizard! You are forever more a friend of this house! Come, Come!” he dragged Feitan over to his desk walking behind it and pulling out a uniform that was similar to the one the girls were wearing “I hereby name you an official Musketeer of our glorious country! OH!” he reached into his desk opening a false- bottomed drawer and pulling up a bag of jewels “This is all I have right now, and it is yours! Please take these as gestures of my eternal gratitude! I shall spout the glorious name of Laughing Coffin and Feitan the savior everywhere!”

Feitan stood there a bit in shock and awe holding the rewards he had been given and heard the praise. It was odd for him to be so well praised and loved he had no idea how to react at first, but finally he cleared his throat nodding “Well, see that you do. I thank you. I’m sorry about the mess, but it was necessary. Well then I shall leave you all to your business and take my leave.” He opened to the window throwing it open as he summoned the flying broomstick he had obtained from a certain mission and flew out of the manor heading back to Fiore another job well done.