The Bloodied Warrior {Open/Intro}

Kion knew that there was someone coming into the guild from a mile away. His eyes narrowed slightly before he moved and made his way to the guild hall. The black haired man knew that the guild master would be able to handle this situation, but the fact that the person was deliberately heading in the direction of the guild made chills run up the back o the man.

he had been sitting in the guild hall when the doors hall, well maybe sitting wasn't the right word. She was at the doors with his katana pointed directly at the person who had pushed through the doors. "Who are you?"

The noire haired male looked from the slayer to the man, this was not a fight that he would want to fight. With a grunt the man lowered his katana from the man's throat and allowed for him to speak as he was told to by the man whom had just save his life. The warrior simply rolled his eyes before swinging his blade around in a smooth arc before sliding it back into the resting place in which he had taken it from.

The man had been apart of another guild? One that had been disbanded? No, not only disbanded fought out and killed by the legal mages. He had heard nothing but bad info from the people who had interacted with legal mages, that they would kill for things that didn't even make sense, they would kill other humans because they were simply in the way, how could people who proclaimed themselves as good do such a thing, they were no better than the dark mages themselves.

Kion simply listened to the man ramble on about wanting revenge and looked up at Sol, as Kion was merely a warrior, a guard, a spy, Sol knew more about the magic realm than he did.

There was not much for the warrior to say , nor could he step in so easily as he had before, this was not territory of a mage that was much higher in rank than he was. With a swift roll of his eyes the noire haired male made he way to the bar before reaching over the counter to grab a drink off the wall, he then grabbed a shot glass and poured himself a shit before lifting it to his lips and then knocking his head back, downing it.

The bitter taste raced down the back of his throat and the man cringed before opening his eyes again and looked at the new mage that had walked through the doors. He had agreed to the question, a simple but confident answer but Kion knew better than to trust any one who had walked through those doors knowing exactly where they were going. The empty and dark look of the warrior continued to pierce the new mage, he was always itching to grab his weapon, but he knew that it would only be a threat at this point in time. Hence he didn't and waited for Sol to continue with what he was doing.