Protect The Fat Cat Secretly!? Job: Mercenaries

Meanwhile, Aaron had come face to face with four more assassins. He would crack his knuckles as he sized them up. Each one of them seemed to have an arsenal of weapons upon their beings. “You fuckers want a piece of me too? I already kicked your homeboy's ass.” Aaron said as a smug, yet devious grin came into play upon his features. “Let me handle this. Seems like this is the other guy we have a contract on aside from that politician.” One of the would be assassin's said holding his arms out spread at his side to show the others they were to wait their turn. “Nah. Screw that noise. I want all four of ya at once, got it!?” Aaron yelled excitedly as the red and black haze began to consume his body. “Ain't no fun if I only get to fight one of ya at a time. After all, ya'll are pretty weak.” Aaron said just to get his enemies all riled up as he stretched out his right arm, his hand clenched into a fist with his thumb pointing down towards the ground.

He grinned at their reactions, they had all reacted how he had expected. They had gotten ticked at being called and were now charging towards him. Aaron however made no motion to try and defend himself, not yet, it wasn't time yet. He waited until all four had gotten within a ten foot distance before he began twisting his body, mainly his arms in a spiraling motion. The red and black haze bursting forth from his arms only to wrap itself around the assassin's. The haze in the blink of an eye burst into a powerful blaze of red and black flames. This blaze would be short lived as it erupted into a rather large explosion that moved inwards engulfing the assassins. Aaron stood snickering as the assassins screamed out in agony as their bodies were enveloped by the explosion. He only began his approach once their screams had finally died down and the smoke had begun to clear.

He dashed towards the left, lunging into the smoke he would reach forth and grab hold of the assassin to his far right. The momentum from his run allowing him to slam the much taller and muscular man down upon the ground. Aaron hunched over the man a sickeningly sinister grin playing upon his features. “I don't care if you have a contract to kill the Fat Cat, but comin' after me. . . I ain't forgivin' that shit.” Aaron said angrily as right arm began to glow, the complex cipher spreading upon the assassin's facial structure. Aaron pushing off of the man, standing up once more he would now turn his attention to the other three enemies. A few seconds later his body and the face of the fallen panicking assassin would begin to glow red and black before both went up in a flurry of red and black flames that would subsequently produce dual explosions that went off at the same exact second.

The other three assassin's having now regained themselves and watched as their comrade went up in smoke. “A'ight. Bring it on. All three of ya.” Aaron said as he stepped forth from the smoke to reveal only his hoodie to have been damaged further in the explosion. His hoodie was in shreds and barely clinging to his frame as is. Aaron reaching towards his chest with his left hand, gripping the shreds of his hoodie he would begin to rip it off of his chest. As this happened the assassin's had mounted their assault. The one in the center of the charge swinging a large axe downwards towards Aaron. The one to the left swinging a similar axe. The one to the right swinging a large sword much like the one wielded by the assassin Aaron had defeated earlier. All the while Aaron simply grinned smugly. He seemed not in the least bit worried at the oncoming attack. His way of defending against this showing such, as he simply raised his left arm effectively halting all three weapons. His feet under the pressure of the three attackers digging harshly into the stoned walkway of the rather wide alley.

Aaron, in response to this thrust back against the weapons with equal force sending all three assassins hurtling backwards. The two that had been to his respective sides to a degree, now slamming into the walls of the building as while the third and center one was sent skidding across the ground. Aaron's assault would not end here as his right leg was engulfed in the red and black haze which quickly burst into a flurry of flames. He would rush toward the enemy toward his left and jump upwards, his right leg swinging forth to slam into the man's face and send him flying to the right engulfed in flames, an explosion having been release when Aaron's leg connected with his enemies face. He would deal the other enemy an almost identical blow to the face, only this time with his left leg. These two finally fall to the ground out cold. Their bodies now releasing the same red and black haze that was flowing off of Aaron.

Meanwhile, Aaron was finishing up with the last of the stronger seeming assassins. “Come at me bro. I'll give ya free shot.” Aaron said confidently as he turned his head so his right cheek was facing the assassin whom had now regained himself. “Right here, its gotta be here, right? I won't even try to defend myself.” Aaron asked with the same smugness taunting the assassin to nail him in the face. “Suite yourself brat. Don't go crying when I break your jaw.” The man said as he made his approach. Aaron was actually surprised by the speed his attacker was now displaying. He hadn't expected such a large opponent to be this fast, at least not a human. It had been his experience that the bigger the human the slower they were. True to his word, Aaron didn't move a muscle as the assassin threw his punch, said left hook nailing Aaron in the jaw. The mage finding himself now tossing upon the paved ground like a rag doll. He eventually skid to a stop at the edge of the alley.

Aaron groaned some as he rubbed his cheek. Despite having just been punched in the face and sent flying he was grinning. “Shishishi. Dumbass. Ya fell for it too easily.” Aaron said as his body began to glow red and black as the samely colored haze began to flow off of his body. At the same time the assassin's hand now shrouded by complex markings would begin to glow the same red and black hues. Aaron climbing to his feet, a large red fist print on the side of his face. He would lift his right arm, his hand clenched with the exception of his middle finger which stood erect. “Eat shit and die ya idiot.” He said rather proudly as he gave the assassin the finger. He walked deeper into the alley out of the view of any civilians. It was at this time that the resonance factor peaked off and both figures would be engulfed in a flurry of red and black flames that ripped outwards shredding their surrounds as both combatants were consumed by identical explosions. The only difference was that when the smoke cleared, the assassin was on the ground and Aaron stood un-phased laughed his ass off. “Shishishishi. What an idiot.” He said as he knelt down over the smoking body of the assassin.

“I wonder how what's his face is managing. Hope he isn't dead.” Aaron said in a tone that contradicted the worried words. His tone inferring that he really didn't give a crap if his partner had been taken out. He shrugged as he stood back up and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his pants. “Damn it. I'm still hungry.” He said with annoyance clearly defined in his tone as his stomach began to grumble loudly. He cursed the demanding organ angrily as he made his way out into the market place. He didn't smell the clients scent anywhere near by, so he didn't think it would be a problem to travel out in the open. Aaron instead of focusing on the job at hand, had opted to go to a food vendor to get something to eat. He figured fighting on such an empty stomach would just become a pain in the ass for him. Aaron, despite his normal method of dine and dash being forced to pay for the food as not draw anymore attention to himself. He had a feeling a horned male walking around shirtless was enough of an attention grabber. He headed straight for the nearest alley as he stuffed his face. Most people in his situation would be in a hurry, yet he was not.

Aaron soon made his way back up onto the roof tops. He figured finding the assassin's intended target would be the best way to draw them out of hiding. He had made it half-way across the market place when his animalistic sense's kicked in once more alerting him of incoming danger. Aaron managing to react just in time to avoid a flurry of knives. He gave a small sigh of relief as he skidded across the roof. “Sheesh. I know I piss people off, but this is ridiculous. Shouldn't they be more worried about killing the Fat Cat than killing me?” He asked himself as he sat crouched near the edge of the roof top. He didn't have much time to lament his apparent bad luck before two weak looking assassin's leaded on the roof top across the alley from him. He immediately recognized them. “So I was right. The two of you really weren't guards. . . isn't that kinda cheap?” Aaron asked as he stood up. He would proceed to remove his shoes. “Oh well. Assassins, guards, you can be whatever ya' want. I'm still gonna kick your asses, ya' dig?” He questioned them with a rather cheerful grin playing upon his mug.

Aaron having closed his eyes now. He wouldn't need to see them to defeat them. He simply backed up some. He knew they would come to him. After all, he had shamed them earlier, so revenge was probably their first priority. He was right on the money, his eye's flicking open just in time to see the assassin's fling another flurry of knives at him. Aaron simply ducking down, his right hand raised, he would with surprising accuracy catch five of the knives, one between each finger. He grinned as he chucked them back at his attackers. “Cut the kiddie crap already.” He said as the assassins finally crossed over the alley and landed upon the same roof top he was upon. Aaron would grin upon seeing them, his arms releasing the red and black haze in accordance to his will. He quickly swiped his arms and body in a spiraling motion which released the haze in a much larger volume. The haze drifting through the air. It seemed rather defenseless, that was until it surrounded his enemies and burst to life in a flurry of flames. This blaze quickly erupting into an explosion that traveled inwards within numerous smaller explosions and set his adversaries ablaze. Aaron, as the smoke began to clear had sat down and begun to roll up his pant legs. Once the smoke had finished clearing he would dash forth, his feet seeming to slide across the roof effortlessly. His right foot pressing down with enough force as he whipped around the assassin's who were still disoriented and not yet ready to defend themselves. Seconds later the assassin's would fall to the ground. The ground where Aaron's right foot had traveled had been ripped up badly. It had been within these motions that he had kicked both of the assassin's in the head in the blink of an eye. He had moved so fast that his kicks for the most part would have gone unseen.

Aaron gave an annoyed sigh as he plopped down next to the slightly chard knocked-out bodies of the false guard's who had turned out to be the weakest of the assassins. It wasn't long before he was joined by his apparent allies pet mechanical wolf. He gave an uninterested look to the mechanical creature as it stated their business in this town was now over with.

Aaron waited until the pest had left before finally climbing to his feet. He felt cheated to a degree. He had wanted to fight someone strong, someone who could truly challenge him. This job had proven to be an utter waste of his time. All of the enemies he had fought had turned out to be weak. Each one of them had been handled with such great ease. His annoyance only grew further as he headed back towards the castle. Now he just wanted to get his reward and leave this annoying place. He had heard the departing word of the other, but paid them very little attention. He had a feeling he would end up running into the individual sooner or later. He quickly received his jewels for completing the job and left before the woman had a chance to even thank him.

Aaron didn't care about being thanked, he only cared about if one was strong or weak. If they were strong he'd want to fight them, if they were obviously weak he couldn't give a rats ass about them. Even if he couldn't remember his own past he at least knew that this was who he was. Deep down he had always been the kind who only cared about proving how strong he was. He quickly made his way out of the city and went back to his normal routine. He wasn't in a hurry to re-garb the upper half of his body. He just wanted to go find someone strong he could fight.