As soon as the crimson pirate caught wind of the job, he knew he had to take it. Even though he was a pirate, he understood on a similar level the reason the viking was not willing to sit back for the rest of his days. However he had to acknowledge the difference, the Viking was trying to get to enjoy his afterlife, while the pirate wouldn't see a reason to live a life not worth living. He felt a cold breeze blow throw the town as he walked out, he took a drag of his cigarette, taking in the surroundings as he walked through the forest. It was a cold day, the sky was grey with clouds at a point where it was a gamble whether or not it was going to rain soon. Fantastico followed the path down and took a side route towards a hill, he followed the smoke in the sky all the way up to the house with smoke coming out of a chimney. The house was a single story building, from the looks of it single roomed as it was a round shape with a chimney at the end opposite of the door.
He could smell the odor of what he could only guess to be some sort of stew when he was about fifteen meters away from the house. He dropped the remainder of his cigarette before crushing it with his boot. "Well, if you're going to end it all, might as well have a good meal first, hell I'd probably do the same. No sense choosing to go out without taking some pleasure before hand." He walked towards the door, and knocked on the door with the back of his hand.
"Come on in!" Came a voice from within the house as the door came open, not locked at all. Fantastico walked in to the room, it was a circular with various trophies and weapons around the room, hanging on the walls, shelves, and racks. Various furs around the room. Scarce of furniture except for a cot, and two chairs with a table by the fire place. There was a pot in the fireplace, a stew of some sorts that was still steaming. The man was siting on one of the chairs, holding half a bowl of stew while there was a mug of meed, a small barrel was next to the table. He motioned for Fantastico to approach and sit. "Come! Sit! share a meal and Mead!"
Fantastico walked across, he picked up a empty mug and filled it with mead from the barrel before sitting down. "I ain't hungry, but never one to refuse a drink." He said before he took a swig. The viking laughed a bit, liking the tone of his final opponent. "Can't think of anything better. If a man can't enjoy a drink in life, what can he enjoy?"
Fantastico put down his mug, it was empty. "Well, the day I can't is the day I want someone to put me out." The viking laughed a bit, glad that this person seemed to be what he wanted. "So, tell me about my last challenge, I thought it was supposed to be a lass to end me."
Fantastico refilled his cup, and pulled one of his wanted posters from his coat. It was one from Minstril. "My name is Fantastico. Pirate of the seas, but I only pillage from rich asses who don't need what they hoard. Simple as that, I have a patsy in the guild so I can take jobs and not get kicked, I pay her a cut. No one gets hurt in the reputation world."
The man finished his bowl of stew, putting it down before staring at the wanted poster, he put it down and grabbed the sword and shield beside him. The man started to walk out of the house. "Feel free to grabbing any weapon, we'll settle this out there."
Fantastico looked around the room, and grabbed a cutlass and followed him outside. He approached the cliff side and saw the man staring the the water, Fantastico readied his blade as the man turned around.
The viking charged at the pirate, Fantastico jumped to the side dodging the blade, and he tried to strike from behind but the viking swiftly turned around and blocked with his shield. Fantastico could feel through the vibrations that it was a lot for the man, Fantastico pressed on and kicked, propping his foot up to the side before using the leverage to kick the shield aside, he slashed at the armor repeatedly, striking with agility as he tried to keep the heat on against the viking. The Leather and iron armor was falling to pieces.
Either a second wind, or the dying breath, the Viking managed to kick Fantistco in the shin and took advantage to try and slash at him in the opening, but Fantastico countered with another slash, the two were locked for a moment as the rain started to fall onto the scene, but in that moment time seemed to freeze for both of them. Both were in joy of the occasion, each for their own reason, but were content. Fantastico rotated his blades so his hands were higher, pointed diagonally down before he appeared to give in but pushed back with force, knocking the Viking off balance before Fantastico rebalanced his stance and lunged forward at the Viking, stabbing right into the man's chest before pushing down on the blade, cutting through the man for a few inches until he fell over.
As the body dropped, Fantastico let go of the cutlass. The man was wheezing, blood pouring out of his mouth. Fantastico walked over to look down at his eyes as he pulled out a flask and drank from it. "Thank you... What you seek is on my person. You given me, a death worth living..."
Fantastico watched as his eyes rolled back into his head. Fantastico shut his eyes, pulled out the Cutlass and placed the long sword on the chest of the Viking, leaving it in his clutches. "Rest easy, and I think you'll want that wherever you end up..." He took another swig before he ripped off the sack containing the reward money and put it in his pocket, then walked away, passing a man in black robes, the undertaker, who was well aware of the reasons for the fight.
Fantastico walked off, trying to avoid the feelings deep inside. "I wonder, when will I be judged?"
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He could smell the odor of what he could only guess to be some sort of stew when he was about fifteen meters away from the house. He dropped the remainder of his cigarette before crushing it with his boot. "Well, if you're going to end it all, might as well have a good meal first, hell I'd probably do the same. No sense choosing to go out without taking some pleasure before hand." He walked towards the door, and knocked on the door with the back of his hand.
"Come on in!" Came a voice from within the house as the door came open, not locked at all. Fantastico walked in to the room, it was a circular with various trophies and weapons around the room, hanging on the walls, shelves, and racks. Various furs around the room. Scarce of furniture except for a cot, and two chairs with a table by the fire place. There was a pot in the fireplace, a stew of some sorts that was still steaming. The man was siting on one of the chairs, holding half a bowl of stew while there was a mug of meed, a small barrel was next to the table. He motioned for Fantastico to approach and sit. "Come! Sit! share a meal and Mead!"
Fantastico walked across, he picked up a empty mug and filled it with mead from the barrel before sitting down. "I ain't hungry, but never one to refuse a drink." He said before he took a swig. The viking laughed a bit, liking the tone of his final opponent. "Can't think of anything better. If a man can't enjoy a drink in life, what can he enjoy?"
Fantastico put down his mug, it was empty. "Well, the day I can't is the day I want someone to put me out." The viking laughed a bit, glad that this person seemed to be what he wanted. "So, tell me about my last challenge, I thought it was supposed to be a lass to end me."
Fantastico refilled his cup, and pulled one of his wanted posters from his coat. It was one from Minstril. "My name is Fantastico. Pirate of the seas, but I only pillage from rich asses who don't need what they hoard. Simple as that, I have a patsy in the guild so I can take jobs and not get kicked, I pay her a cut. No one gets hurt in the reputation world."
The man finished his bowl of stew, putting it down before staring at the wanted poster, he put it down and grabbed the sword and shield beside him. The man started to walk out of the house. "Feel free to grabbing any weapon, we'll settle this out there."
Fantastico looked around the room, and grabbed a cutlass and followed him outside. He approached the cliff side and saw the man staring the the water, Fantastico readied his blade as the man turned around.
The viking charged at the pirate, Fantastico jumped to the side dodging the blade, and he tried to strike from behind but the viking swiftly turned around and blocked with his shield. Fantastico could feel through the vibrations that it was a lot for the man, Fantastico pressed on and kicked, propping his foot up to the side before using the leverage to kick the shield aside, he slashed at the armor repeatedly, striking with agility as he tried to keep the heat on against the viking. The Leather and iron armor was falling to pieces.
Either a second wind, or the dying breath, the Viking managed to kick Fantistco in the shin and took advantage to try and slash at him in the opening, but Fantastico countered with another slash, the two were locked for a moment as the rain started to fall onto the scene, but in that moment time seemed to freeze for both of them. Both were in joy of the occasion, each for their own reason, but were content. Fantastico rotated his blades so his hands were higher, pointed diagonally down before he appeared to give in but pushed back with force, knocking the Viking off balance before Fantastico rebalanced his stance and lunged forward at the Viking, stabbing right into the man's chest before pushing down on the blade, cutting through the man for a few inches until he fell over.
As the body dropped, Fantastico let go of the cutlass. The man was wheezing, blood pouring out of his mouth. Fantastico walked over to look down at his eyes as he pulled out a flask and drank from it. "Thank you... What you seek is on my person. You given me, a death worth living..."
Fantastico watched as his eyes rolled back into his head. Fantastico shut his eyes, pulled out the Cutlass and placed the long sword on the chest of the Viking, leaving it in his clutches. "Rest easy, and I think you'll want that wherever you end up..." He took another swig before he ripped off the sack containing the reward money and put it in his pocket, then walked away, passing a man in black robes, the undertaker, who was well aware of the reasons for the fight.
Fantastico walked off, trying to avoid the feelings deep inside. "I wonder, when will I be judged?"
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