Blue Haired Avenger(Refined Requip Thread/Private)

A figure moved through the sand filled landscape as wind continually blew the sand up and around it. They had their face wrapped up in cloth to make sure that the sand would not get in their face, only leaving a small slit for their eyes to see out of. Nothing was near them for miles but it continued to trek through the sand until it finally was out of the sandstorm.

A merchant carrier vehicle had found its way out of the sandstorm not too long before the wrapped up figure made its way through also. "Whew.." A man wiped his brow with his arm. "I really didn't think we would make it through that sandstorm that time, Peb." A voice yelled back at the driver of the vehicle. "Don't jinx it, Marcito!" Peb moved up from the back of the cart to look closer at his companion. "I just made sure we didn't lose anything in that storm but that doesn't mean you should jinx us if we get caught in another one, idiot!" Marcito chuckled nervously and continued to steer them through the desert.

Peb then noticed a figure behind them in one of the rear view mirrors on the carrier vehicle. He was confused and felt a feeling of dread upon seeing the figure. "Marcito, you didn't see anyone inside of the sandstorm walking while we were there, right? There is someone or something behind us." Peb spoke as he continued to look back at the figure. Marcito looked into the rear view mirror also and saw the figure. "I did not. I will just speed up if anything. It's not like it can catch up to us. Is weird to see someone just walking through a sandstorm though."

Marcito turned his view back to look in front of him and suddenly slammed onto the breaks so that they stopped just before hitting someone in the sand.

"Marcito! You idiot!" Peb grabbed at his face after hitting it on the dashboard of the vehicle. He didn't notice the person they had just narrowly stopped in time from hitting. Marcito didn't take the time to respond but instead got out of the vehicle to check on the person. Peb followed him out after noticing what was going on also.

"Hey, are you alright?" Marcito asked the person who was wrapped up in clothing to where their face could not be seen. Marcito stood a couple feet away from the person as Peb stood a few feet behind him. The person moved their face to look up at Marcito revealing a twisted grin which caused Marcito to step back instinctively in fear. Multiple men suddenly jumped out from underneath the sand causing both the merchants to attempt to run back to their vehicle. They were quickly stopped by the men though as they cut them off in their running away. "Can't let you boys get away so quickly. We have some use for you. Either you come willingly.." The man who was laying on the ground stood up, now holding a long dagger. "..Or we force you to come with a few broken bones and possible missing body parts. Nothing personal but business is business."

Suddenly the two men blocking Marcito and Peb dropped to the floor from two quick strikes in a gust of wind. The cloaked person that seemed to be following them was now in front of them with black metal over his hands. "Like you said, business is business." The rest of the men stood looking confused at him while Marcito and Peb looked at his back in fear.

All of the men looked on surprised and completely confused as to what just happened. None of them wanted to speak or maybe it was because they couldn't from the pure shock of everything. "Uh... Uh.." The leader of the men let out as he started to come to his senses. He shook his head after thinking of how he was not alone and slapped the back of one of the men near him to cause him to snap out of it as well as the others from the sound. "Who the hell are you?! Do you know that we, the Hell Trap Bandits will skin you to the bone, ya idiot!? I am the leader of the Hell Trap Bandits, Demerio! Cower in fear!" He flaunted around the long dagger he held as he spoke. The hooded man let out a sigh and took a step forward causing the group of bandits to step back. He chuckled at the sight and rolled his eyes. "You two merchants. Go be safe somewhere. I'll deal with these guys." The merchant duo ran back to their vehicle and jumped inside of it. The bandits did not care at all about them and focused on the threat that the wrapped up man brought.

"Uh.. Your tricks won't work on us again! I have seen through it already! Take this!" Demerio pointed the tip of his blade towards the wrapped up man who only continued to move forward. "Blade Rave!" Demerio's dagger suddenly shot out multiple long daggers towards the wrapped up man who didn't move at all. The collision of the blades and the man caused sand to shoot up and create a cloud of dust that masked the results of the attack.

"I told ya! You idiot!" Demerio yelled out in an attempt to sound cool as he felt triumphant over the wrapped up man.

The other bandits all smiled as the fear was lifted from their bodies. They felt victorious with their leader's attack and cheered a bit. Demerio laughed triumphantly until suddenly the sound of a loud crunch came out from where the blades had been shot out. A pair of two bright red orbs flashed from inside of the dust cloud. "That tasted a bit better than I thought it would have.. Thanks for the meal." Cirven then stepped out from the dust cloud with cut up clothing but their was no cuts on his own body at all. His guild tattoo on his upper right arm was out now too which caused the bandits to grow in more fear. "Let me repay you for the meal." Cirven smiled to show his fangs to the men causing more fear to sink into them.

"How.. How.. Are you going to repay m..me...me?" Demerio spoke through the fear that was overwhelming him. "The only way I know how." After Cirven spoke pieces of metal formed over his skin similar to spoilers on a vehicle and he moved at fast speeds to the men to the right of him. He quickly struck them with his clawed hands and moved to deal with the rest who had started to run in fear.

He used his speed to catch up to the men and strike them also, quickly dropping them to the floor like the last men. This only left Demerio and the two men standing next to him. "You think your men feel how grateful I am?" Cirven asked the last three men but wasn't really looking for a answer as he rushed towards them, dealt with each man next to Demerio and then stood face to face with him. "Man... I don't know if I have much gratitude left in me for you." Cirven said as he rubbed the back of his neck with his eyes closed.

Demerio looked at the blade in his hand and then back up at the man who looked to be carelessly standing in front of his enemy with his eyes closed. Demerio's face formed into a dark grin and he swung his dagger down onto the neck of Cirven. "Die, ya idiot!" He yelled out as the dagger moved down but his grin and slight confidence boost faded as the blade was stopped by Cirven's other hand that caught it. "This dagger.." Cirven opened his eyes and looked at the blade. "It reminds me of an old one that the old man sound in the past with its little ability it has. Its honestly kind of cool." Demerio jumped back without the dagger to gain distance, fear still plastered all over his face. "You.. you.. You. can have it if you want it.." He spoke out in an attempt to give something so he would not be hurt.

"Oh? I can? I will have to show you my gratitude for this gift then." Demerio shook his hands out in front of him. "No! No! No! No need for that seriously!" Cirven raised his eyebrow to Demerio. "Well.. OK then.." Cirven turned around and started to walk back to the vehicle both merchants were in leaving Demerio feeling completely relieved. Cirven stopped suddenly though. "Oh yeah." Demerio jolted up as Cirven spoke and turned around. "Forgot to say. It wants to thank you a whole lot more than me." Demerio's eyes widened as a snake-like piece of black metal shot up from the sand and swung down on him. The metal hit him and he fell to the ground unconscious.

Cirven let out a sigh and returned to the two merchants. "You two OK? I saw what they were doing from back in the sandstorm and rushed up to help. I was sort of hunting these guys to get back something they took that was precious to someone in the next village. As a way of saying thank you could you take this dagger to that person? Her name is Panira. She works at a hotel named Desert Lyfe." He held the blade up to Marcito's window and waited for the man to respond.