The crooked paths of the Phoenix mountains baked under the intense heat of the sun, floating at its very peak as high noon approached. The barren lands were practically void of any vegetation, as well as animal life, save for the occasional lizard darting out of site as the sight of the blue haired swordsman marched by, a man on a mission. It had not been less than a week since he had joined Basilisk Fang, and already he was being sent out to handle a pest, a thorn in the guild’s side.
A small pesky group of thugs had been stalking the roads of the mountain, attacking anyone that happened to come by and robbing them blind, all while running under the guise of the Basilisk Fang. The group had started drawing a decent amount of attention, something Basilisk Fang did not want. And Basilisk Fang only knew one way to deal with situations like this; Extermination. The idea of murdering these thugs, even as a member of a dark guild, did not settle well with Quinton, but what other choice did he have at this point? Famine was given almost completely control over his actions, so if she wished it, he had to do it. He had been turned into what his father tried to escape from, the very thing his name was known for from his country. Being a soldier. There was no escaping what he was, even the name of his magic bared the name, he would always and forever be a warrior.
Word Count = 257
A small pesky group of thugs had been stalking the roads of the mountain, attacking anyone that happened to come by and robbing them blind, all while running under the guise of the Basilisk Fang. The group had started drawing a decent amount of attention, something Basilisk Fang did not want. And Basilisk Fang only knew one way to deal with situations like this; Extermination. The idea of murdering these thugs, even as a member of a dark guild, did not settle well with Quinton, but what other choice did he have at this point? Famine was given almost completely control over his actions, so if she wished it, he had to do it. He had been turned into what his father tried to escape from, the very thing his name was known for from his country. Being a soldier. There was no escaping what he was, even the name of his magic bared the name, he would always and forever be a warrior.
Word Count = 257
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