Pain landed on the outskirts of the small village, his mode of transportation a 10 foot tall Roc. Leaping off the bird the warrior landed on the ground which signaled for his Roc, Sora to take to the skies. Pain walked up to the village gates and stared at them for a long moment. Written in blood on the front was the sentance "Home of the Blood Pack", Pain rolled his eyes wishing for once a gang would get a real non used up name. What was wrong with the hellions, or the fists of crime? At least own up to what your doing. Pain sighed and kicked the door open dead center and strolled in.
The village was a hell zone that looked like some dragon had used it for target practice and followed by a tribe of orcs doing hop scotch on the buildings. Pain shook his head at the vulgar mistreatment of such a town and the fact they waited until it got this bad to go for help. By now the people were dug into their cozy places where it would be to their advantage in a fight. Shrugging since he had accepted the Job; Pain continued on his little walk. Up above, Sora flew around keeping a eye out for any danger which it could quickly relay to Pain with a single screech. Waking past buildings he poked his head in...so far nothing.
The village was a hell zone that looked like some dragon had used it for target practice and followed by a tribe of orcs doing hop scotch on the buildings. Pain shook his head at the vulgar mistreatment of such a town and the fact they waited until it got this bad to go for help. By now the people were dug into their cozy places where it would be to their advantage in a fight. Shrugging since he had accepted the Job; Pain continued on his little walk. Up above, Sora flew around keeping a eye out for any danger which it could quickly relay to Pain with a single screech. Waking past buildings he poked his head in...so far nothing.