A Forgetful Legend

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The hardest thing to get used to was the altitude for most people. The odd feeling of shortness of breath, the thinner air that made you feel like you had just lost a lung or hiked up a snow ridden hill. The weighing fatigue like a rocks on your shoulders. All these things to go through as your body acclimatized to the altitude. Who in there right mind would ever take a vacation here? Even as a trip to pass through?
The people that lived here were used to the conditions, the place were certainly habitable, it was actually much greener then you would expect for a mountain this high. Some would call it there own personal Eden. A very lush environment, the town surrounded by tree's and it's view of the sun on earlier mornings and late afternoons being blocked by forest covered hills. The town certainly looked appealing, however it was a very distant and far away place. A hard to get to town that was a perilous journey up a town home to many hostile creatures. Any supplies that went to and from this town had to be guarded like a military convoy.  
This all made the town fairly isolated, however it was the people that made the place worth staying in. Everyone was strong here, strong, loyal and hard working. Most of the people that lived her were bread winners. Tradesmen like farmers, construction workers, black smiths, gardeners, trainers and so on. The people here loved the town, they were friendly and they all knew each other, even in passing at least, never an unknown face to them, and when there was, you wouldn't feel like an unknown person for long. The people were very welcoming and friendly, always willing to show you around and buy you a drink.

Currently partaking in the towns simple pleasures, Naraca sat in a pub on the bar, a tankard in hand with a glass half full. A few people had there eye's on the man when he walked in but grew accustomed to his presence quickly. He was largest man in the bar and even in the town. Standing tall at 7 feet in height and with a power muscular body with scars decorating it in several areas. He wore a form fitting black tank top and dark blue shorts with crisscrossing stitch's on the sides going down the thigh. A light yellow sash wrapped around his waist as well and two fabric loops that hung down with a side cape also around his waist. On his head, along with his unkempt and slightly wild neck length black hair, was a red head band that kept his hair away from his scarred face. yet still some loose strands fell through.

He had been here once before, long ago when he was young, his parents coming here with him and his little brother during there lives as nomads. This was one of the most quiet and isolated places by far.
He stayed at the bar and took a gulp of his drink, savoring the taste as it came in and went down. This day at the town pretty quiet, but then almost everyday was like this right?

Who would've thought that the dark clouds coming in over this bright sunny day would be an omen to something very terrible soon approaching...?

The mountain village was no strange place to Chikane, especially after the incident which took her memories from her. The Fairy Tail guild master had come and gone from here on numerous occasions, trying to learn where she came from and honing her skills a bit as she tried to use her magic efficiently once again. This always made her a regular visitor to the mountaintop retreat, trying to find a place to rest and relax after each hard session with little to no results for the weary and beaten down flame mage. The residents of the village were usually quite sympathetic with what Chikane had been doing, and assisted her in any way they can. This help came in a few forms, from helping her dye her hair blonde and style it differently to assisting her in finding a new place to gain clothing. Most notably Pergrande, where she had gained her current clothing; although she had someone without any magic ability at all go and retrieve the clothing so she wasn’t murdered on the spot. The people were friendly and always lent a helping hand to the fairy tail guild master however, which led to her gentle nature always wanting to keep the people safe from any harm that could come to them.

Which is why she had immediately taken upon the job that had come across her desk in the guild one day. It stated that the mountain village was being plagued by dark mages, and needed assistance in getting rid of them as quickly as possible. Now while the flame mage had no intention of letting the people of the village be harmed, she also didn’t want to hurt the dark mages despite what they had been doing. So she wanted to diplomatically solve this problem, where the mages would leave the village alone peacefully. Was it a bit dumb to even think of this plan? Maybe, but Chikane was going to try and solve this with non-violence. Even if it killed her, she would work towards peace for all.

The guild master entered a pub while nibbling on a donut. The blonde quietly stepped through and sat at the bar, continuing to nibble on her donut while thinking about how to go about talking to these dark mages. It wasn’t everyday that she had to talk to possibly volatile and psychopathic men, so Chikane would have to be careful and convincing without backing down too much from her stance of them leave. Although she had faith, she was also immensely worried due to the fact that she hadn’t quite trained up to being S-rank again. While she had the reserves, and the power, her training with her magic was only at B-rank at best. So she would have to be extremely careful if it broke out into a fight.

If only Chikane knew what she was in for, she would have held a different idea going into the job.

He readjusted himself slightly on his leather stool, his forearms resting on the hard glass bar. He always liked this place and it's odd sense of neutrality. No one here ever judged you, you wouldn't find your group of racists or fanatics, drunks or bullies, criminals or con artists. So long as you weren't here to cause trouble, the town took you in as you were. Even now with a great sword on his back almost as big as he was no one even gave him longer looks even for curiosity. He remembered when he first came here with his parents, people clearly looking like travelers with huge backpacks and not from here with two young boys who even carried bags as heavy as they could manage. They were always clean and well mannered but they still looked like people in a hurry. Always quick, sharp movements like they were always on there guard, never looking relaxed. They clearly weren't here on vacation. Yet nobody cared to ask what was wrong with them, what they might have been running from. Instead they were treated like ordinary travelers and tended to indiscriminately whenever they needed it. Food, drink, fuel and clothing. All things provided to them without any questions other then just asking for the money from them. It was not out of fear like they were held hostage either, it was simply out of respect.
Naraca remembered this place when he was doing exactly this as the guild, sitting at the bar, drinking a tall mug.

He looked down into his drink, the soda was some of the richest he had tasted in a while. Most people always found it funny how a man as rough looking as him never cared for a drink on a regular basis.
He heard someone walk up and pull in next to him, he gave no more then a glance. A young blonde girl sat herself down with a doughnut in hand. He saw the youth in her face and the brightness behind her eye's and got a curious look on his face. The girl didn't look like she was from here, and certainly too young for a pub.

"You look a little young to be in here" he commented towards her casually, his voice showing he certainly wasn't saying it like lecture or judgement.

"You look a little young to be in here" Chikane was startled out of her adorable nibbling, blushing very hard at being caught by someone. It was in an area she wasn’t exactly forbidden to be in; yet never went inside simply because it would be extremely rude to go inside and never buy anything. Turning her head softly, she squeaked when she spotted the man next to her. He was much bigger than her, maybe by just under two feet. He was very muscular, which made the young guild master wonder what exactly he had gone through to become so jacked up. Maybe he really liked working out, or had done something like performance enhancing drugs in order to get himself that big. Whatever was the case, he was so much more intimidating, and the visible scars on his body did not do anything to help her nerves when it came to answering the man, Chikane visibly shrunk within herself before attempting to stutter out an answer.

“Ah…..um…...I um……” The young girl stuttered and tried to respond as the man most likely patiently waited for an answer. Poor Chikane couldn’t hide forever behind the small donut she was nibbling on, and it would have been extremely rude to not answer the man so she cleared her throat and attempted to answer again. “I am a bit young…...but I know the owner allows me in here.” She answered softly, trying to not enrage the man at all. He could probably break her over his knee if he wanted, and that’s despite the low magic power she could feel from him. “I mean…..if it is a problem I can always leave…” Chikane looked nervously at the man, but was going to leave if he very well did ask for her to. It wasn’t exactly any of her business as to why the man want to, it would just be the right and non-confrontational thing to do if he wanted her to. And as she worked to get her memories back fully, it would stay like that.

Meanwhile, the other patrons of the pub and the barkeeper were keeping a keen eye on both Naraca and Chikane. While they didn’t exactly each individually have the skill to completely overpower the large man, they would do what they could to protect Chikane. She had attached herself to a lot of the denizens of the village, and they would be damned if they let anyone kick her out of a building. Chikane did not notice it however, and kept her eyes trained solely on the large man in front of her. Awaiting his answer patiently, but also like a child who had done something wrong and was now frightened.

The girls response was so innocent and comical yet brought Naraca a small feeling of guilt. He tried to soften up his voice as much as he could...But the gruffness and lowness coupled with the growl in his pitch was tough to remove no matter how he might try. He didn't exactly look the part of a sensitive man after all. He sometimes did forget though how he looked, in the end he couldn't help that he had the appearance of a man who wrestled bears for a living, also the great sword on his black probably didn't help much.
She slowly was able to stammer and shudder her to saying the owner let be there.  

His didn't turn his head but he saw the patrons all turned there heads to him and the girl just by shifting his eye's for a moment. He also just simply felt there gazes, it was like a pressure on him, similar to being on stage, you just knew everyone was watching you. Was such a simple question really taken so seriously? They must have really liked her, and from the looks of things they no doubt didn't care that she was here, nor did the bartender care for that matter.

Naraca turned his head away from her to take a drink before looking back at her. His amber colored eye's making contact with her eye's like hazelnut.
"No don't worry about it." he replied with a small half smile at the reaction of everyone.
"Get something if ya like, it'll be on me. Just no boo's" he added, motioning his hand to the bartender
He had the money he thought to himself, and why not show his size didn't count for her personality? Besides, she looked like she could use a juice or something to go with that doughnut.

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A ways down the road three wagons in a line were slowly making there way up the smooth mountain road. They each had one driver within the wagons which were powered by lacrima that powered the engines within. The wagon's had long backs that looked like they would be meant for carrying army infantry. The thick wheels moved at a slow but brisk pace, about the speed of someone running. It was draped and tired down by green tarps like it was carrying some kinda supplies for cargo.
These three wagons came in from the northern side of the town.
While three wagons from the southern road came in as well looking almost identical.

"So no wizards live there?" A man in a dark blue cloak asked from inside the lead wagon on the northern side.
"None at all, there's a couple retired rune knights and a skeleton police force, it's the people that are the tough ones though I hear." A man with glasses and an open book on his lap replied.
"The people?"
"Yeah, all of them are quite thick skinned. In other words we'll have to do a little more then scare them to gain there cooperation"  
"Heh, good I was hoping to get some exercise to-...Bolan!" He suddenly shouted.
A man with two blueberry muffins in hand and another halfway in his mouth snapped his head to the man with the blue cloak
"Yeth herr?" he replied as crumbs split on the floor of the wagon.
"Quit eating all the damn rations!" He said sternly before snatching both of the baked goods out of his hands, leaving the first one in Bolan's mouth.
"Soorry herr" He stopped himself to swallow
"I just get really hungry before a mission" He said clearly in a nervous voice.
"Grow some thicker skin kid, if you wanna be with us you gotta grow some balls. Lord Piertsz doesn't accept weaklings" The man in blue replied harshly.
Bolan simply nodded his head.
"Yes sir, I'll do better sir."
The man with the book on his lap simply pushed his glasses up his forehead.
"Speaking of, the Lord says not to kill anyone until we've properly contained the village"
The man in blue turned to Glasses with a confused expression.
"Huh? How're we supposed to contain them without a warning?"
"We'll just have to find another way, so says the Lord"
"What's so important about this place anyway?"
"He didn't say...Just that the town has value and is a good territory for us to claim"
"So just to put us on the map? Huh, seems like you'd need less guys for that kinda job"
"For the jewel we're getting for this? I could care less what it's for. I could put my kids through school with this kinda money"
The man in blue smiled and nodded.
"Yup, can't argue with that. "

Chikane was a bit nervous as the man spoke to her, even if he tried to be reassuring. He was so much bigger and muscled than she was, who knew what his true intentions were! But the look on the bartender’s, Johan if she remembered correctly, face told her that the man meant little to no harm. So despite the screaming fear she had, Chikane timidly nodded and turned back to Johan, who came walking over towards her with a rather kind smile on his face. “You heard the man Chikane, he said he was going to pay for you!” The bartender’s voice had a deep bass to it, but his tone was fatherly as he spoke to the flame mage. Chikane rather liked Johan, as he always had tried to help her find out about the things she couldn’t exactly remember anymore. He never attempted to take advantage of her vulnerability either, reminding her of another person whose name seemed to escape her. But they each only wanted to make sure that the young girl had always been taken care of really well, and that she got on her path without any truly harsh roadbumps. “So what is it you want to get?” He asked, cleaning a glass while Chikane would pick out something to drink.

Knowing that Johan wouldn’t exactly steer her wrong, the blonde smiled and nodded towards the bartender. “Okay…...um…...can I get an orange juice?” Her voice, while not as small as before, still didn’t have the confidence one would associate with a guild master. But it was apparently cute, as the people began to go about their day again while Johan nearly had his face split from the smile he wore. “Alright then. One orange juice, coming right on up!” Johan moved to go and find the orange juice for Chikane to drink, leaving her alone with the large man next to her. Knowing how impolite it might seem if she did not even attempt to thank the man, Chikane stood briefly and bowed towards him. Imposing he may be to her, but that wouldn’t stop the young girl from being as polite as possible.

“Thank you good sir. I apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused you.” Always the apologetic one, Chikane had become something she was sure her parents would approve of. At least, if she remembered them correctly. Losing her memory had affected her like that, but it was something she could live with for a while.

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Meanwhile, outside the bar and walking towards it was an old yet wise man, and a black haired man who seemed to radiate strength walked next to him. They continued on in silence, before the man looked at the older gentleman and asked a question.

“You sure she will be there?” He asked, in a monotone voice. The older man nodded with a fairly serious look on her face.

“Yes. And we need to make sure she isn’t here to do what I think she might be.” After the raven-haired man’s nod, they fell silent once more. Walking towards the bar, hoping their target was there.

(OOC: Auto-rolling the boss on admin permission)

This girl was so nervous, did he really scare her that much? Perhaps she wasn't used to seeing someone like him. He could understand it, his presence wasn't exactly one that radiated safety unless you got to know he got most of those scars from protecting people, not hurting people. He looked at her some odd amusement, she was a cute shy little girl, who actually looked to be just shy of 18 or 19, yet her size and voice gave her the look of some young teenager. She didn't look like someone that belonged here, no...Rather someone that was known but didn't actually live here. Naraca wasn't was magically adept yet, so he couldn't feel much of any magical power radiating from her, despite how powerful she actually was. He just saw a little girl, nothing more.

He gave a small smile at her formal bow and apology.
"Like I said don't worry about it." He ended up repeating from before.
He turned his head away from her and took another drink. His cup was almost empty. He then reached in his pocket and placed the jewel down to pay for the girls drink.
"Sorry if I scared you. My name is Naraca, I'm just visiting here. can I ask your name?" He asked her polity again, once again maintaining his held back version of his voice which sounded more like he was trying to hypnotize someone. He hated doing it but it was preferable to scaring the girl anymore then she already was.

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The wagon coming in from the north behind the two other wagons was about the same as the others, however this one had two flags above the head lights. Flags that carried some kinda of dark sword with wings type of symbol.
Within the wagon, there was only three people. One of them wore a black cassock with a decorative red and dark blue collar. This was followed with two odd symbols tribal like symbols on the sleeves and on the back was the faint black design of angel wings.
The man who wore this rode had neck length brown hair yet the front of his hair hung only down the middle of his forehead, all in all fully displaying a shaggy mullet. He was hunched over and had his elbows on his knees and his hands folded together. He rested his forehead against his hands.
The two others inside were both looking at the decorative cassock man with what looked like a mix of intrigue and fear. Like looking at a sleeping lion only inches away from you. They looked at him for a few seconds before one of them saw the driver from the front window give a thumbs up.
One of the men swallowed before speaking.
"S-sir?"
"Yes?" He asked, somewhat irritated like someone being woken up. Maintaining his hunched over position.
"Um we're nearly there" He replied cautiously.
"Good, give them the signal"
With a nod the nervous man pulled out an rectangular shaped lacrima and put it up to his mouth.
"Snipers go to position Alpha"

From within the two front wagons there suddenly jumped out two men in form fitting black clothing and carrying large rifles. They rolled the landing on the road and quickly began and run up the mountains that over looked the village. All three wagons from the south side also had two men from each wagon jump out, all of which carried rifles.
It would take all of them only about 5 minutes before reaching there own peaks that over looked different parts of village.
"In position" Each of them would say after going prone on there own peaks with a spotter beside them.

Chikane sat back down, as carefully as possible as to make sure she didn’t fall off the stool. That type of thing did in fact happen to her and it could happen quite often. She adjusted herself to make it more comfortable, and then listened to the large man as he introduced himself. While his voice didn’t seem nearly as terrifying to her as before, she still had a slight bit of apprehension from sitting near him. It was just that Chikane didn’t think anyone should be that big, not for any reason at all! But here he was, and she was quietly nibbling on the donut again before gathering the courage to introduce herself. “M-My name is Chikane. It is a pleasure to meet you mister Naraca.” Chikane brightened up when Johan returned with a rather nice sized glass of orange juice, and placed it down for the flame mage to drink at her heart’s content. Johan took the cash that Naraca had placed down, and walked off to go and help serve another customer. Chikane took a sip of the orange juice and smiled brightly as she thought about her own reasons for being here. “You are visiting huh? I usually come to visit myself. But I’m here for business reasons today.” Chikane vaguely mentioned why she was actually here, but didn’t actually say it out loud. There was a legitimate problem with letting anyone know she was here to try and stop a dark guild from terrorizing the village. Most of these people would try to help at the drop of a hat, and while that was nice and all the Fairy Tail guild master could not condone putting innocent lives in danger.

“Oho! If it isn’t little old Chikane!” An old voice called out from the entrance, which caused the blonde to look over towards to see the old village leader and his main bodyguard. “Well there is something you don’t see everyday! How have you been dear?” Chikane got up and ran over to the old man, giving him a large hug. The bodyguard looked indifferent, but a small smile formed on his face at the sight.

“Grandpa Rico! Everything is fine!” Chikane explained while the old man pat her head. She forgot about Naraca for a moment, wanting to talk to her grandfather figure. “But Grandpa, why are you here? Usually you wait for me to come to you.” She wondered aloud, to which the older man sighed and brought her back to the counter while letting her sit in the seat she was before.

“Chikane, why are you here?” The old man raised his hand before she could respond with some half baked answer that she possibly would to not worry him. “And I mean the truth, not that you came to visit us all. You already did that earlier this month.” Chikane deflated and reached into her robe, giving the old man the paper with the job description. “I see….” He murmured, as Chikane nodded.

Chikane was her name, a cutesy name that seemed to fit her in some way. Everything about her was generally petite and tiny.
He raised his glass to her and nodded his head in reply when she introduced herself and took another sip of his drink. It was almost gone now.
He felt some satisfaction as the glass filled with orange juice was placed on the bar in front of her. He found it amusing that she was allowed to drink her, if it wasn't alcohol. He always wanted to go inside a bar at her age, yet never was able to sneak his way in. Looking at her with her legs dangling off the bar stool, not even able to touch the ground was something he always pictured as a child, sitting on a bar stool and being served his drink of choice.

She asked if he was visiting, then mentions she come here a lot herself, he could see that from how well everyone knew her. This was his first time coming here in years, not since he was a kid had he last been here.
The kid says she's here for business reasons? What in the world kinda business would she have?
"Business huh? What kinda business could a little-"
"Oho! If it isn't little old Chikane" A voice suddenly interrupted him. He turned his head and saw an old man walking in you looked to Chikane as if they knew each other. He turned his head away and took another sip of his drink, yet came up short as he only got half of what he expected, it was empty. The last swallow was a bitter one as it was short, but he could always get another one.
He didn't interrupt them, he simply stayed sitting and was about to order another drink when he heard Chikane sit back down and they talked about her certainly not being here to visit. Naraca didn't turn his head to show he noticed that, he didn't want to look like he was invading there privacy, but he turned simply eye's and in his peripheral vision he saw a paper being unfolded. He recognized it almost instantly, some guilds had different formats of how it was presented, but he'd recognize a contract paper for a job anywhere. Even the rustling of the paper was familiar to him.

She was here on a job, a contract, so she was a wizard? This little girl? It couldn't be could it? Perhaps Naraca was to used to the more realistic view of how a soldier would actually be built like a soldier. Yet with wizards you could have little girls, young boys and old men and women be powerful foes. So it really wasn't impossible for this girl to be a wizard. So what kinda job could it be? This village was quite peaceful and didn't exactly scream danger.

How wrong was about to be...

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No doubt the villagers would noticed now as the wagons drove in the north and southern entrances of the village. Two wagons entered per entrence with the third stopping and turning to his side to block the way for anyone to come in or out. Now with 4 wagons inside the village they drove through the streets, 2 wagons going to the western and eastern gates to block them off, followed by the last two driving close to the center of the village. The men in the wagons by all the gates got out and began to cast defensive spells like walls and barriers to take cover behind. Afterwords only a few of them stayed while the others began to run out in different directions to take there own positions in preparation for the invasion.

The man in the black cloak stepped out of his wagon along with the two men that were in the wagon with him. The other wagon had all of it's wizards come out to join in, all of them taking a formation that was around him but also was ready to disperse.

"Commence the operation" the man in the black cloak with the elegant designs said to the two men that were with him before, to which the repeated to there communication lacrima.

The member 'Naraca Breaker' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

'Monster Dice' :

“This is a very risky and dangerous job you have taken Chikane, I wish for you to return to Fairy Tail at once.” Rico stated, making Chikane get up and shout in a louder voice than normal, which got the patrons attention once again. “No! Definitely not! Out of the god damn question gramps!” It was the first time Chikane had been hostile to him, but he didn’t seemed shaken or fazed. Instead, Rico gingerly flicked Chikane on the head and directed her to sit down again, which she did reluctantly. “You are not yet strong enough for this mission. No matter if you are the guild master of Fairy Tail or not, you have a lot you have to still get accomplished before you can even hope to challenge these men. I will deal with them properly when the time comes, and I will not allow any hooligans to harm my village any longer.” Rico firmly stated, to which Chikane clenched her fists tightly together in anger before tears pricked the sides of her eyes a bit. She was getting stronger, as strong as she possibly could be but no one believed she was up to the task of taking down this dark guild yet. What would it take for her to prove that to anyone, that she could do what they told her she couldn’t?

“I can handle it….peacefully. Not with fighting, please let me handle this grandpa! I don’t think we should fight if we can avoid it…” Chikane pleaded, but Rico stood firm in his thoughts and shook his head repeatedly at the blonde. He would put a hand on her head while smiling and ruffling her hair a bit. “I understand you want to be peaceful, but this is not the time to be settling with our enemies. We must stand firm and tall, and show that we will not falter! No matter what they may attempt or do, we will never let them take this city without going through us all!” The entire bar erupted in cheers, the job poster left on the counter as the younger bodyguard walked up to Rico and tapped him on the shoulder. "Sir, they have arrived in the city now. We must be getting ready to deal with them as we properly can, as there seems to be quite a larger number of them than I can properly remember before.” Rico nodded, before looking at Chikane and giving her a stern glare. “Stay here Chikane, do not follow or attempt to do anything without my consent. Ako, lets go.” The man and the older gentleman left out, with a few of the bar patrons following as well.

Chikane sat at the bar, tears in her eyes as she started to punch the seat that Rico sat in, blue flames engulfing her fists while she continued to punch. “Stupid. Old. Man. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!” She would continue to chant this, unaware that Naraca was still indeed sitting behind her after the men had left.

This was beginning to turn into a bit of an awkward situation. It felt like visiting a friend who was with his wife at the time and they had a big fight, with you just being in the middle and listening to them argue. Naraca would have shimmied his large body away as quietly as he could were it not for the intriguing things they were talking about and as a wizard once Naraca started hearing about "hooligans" he felt like he should know more.

So this little girl was the actual Guild master of the famous Fairy Tale guild? He hadn't been a wizard for very long, however everyone knew Fairy Tale. It's service to the country was only rivaled by it's unintentional destruction towards it. He had always figured the only kinda person that could handle a group like that would be much more intimidating and strong looking. From what he knew about Fairy Tale, this little girl would likely be trampled flat by the bar fights in that place. Yet she was the Guild master? He couldn't believe it just by looking.

He kept his vision away from them, letting his ears only discern what they were doing, the shouting made it easy to hear every word they were saying.
So the old guy wanted to deal with some people coming in by himself? He assumed bandits of some kind or maybe a gang had frequented the place. The people of this village were stronger then that though weren't they? They wouldn't let some gang or bandit chain strike fear into there hearts would they? The place didn't exactly give off a feeling of being under a hostile eye. It was just like he had remembered in fact.

Naraca went to take a drink of his soda only to frown as he remembered it was empty. He was thinking too much that he forgot.
He turned his head more towards them once he heard the old man, known as Rico, being told that a large number of people was arriving, apparently more then expected. Naraca felt his abdomen tighten up a little as heard that, and the phrase was followed by a rally of some of the bar patrons.
Chikane, the Fairy Tale guild master was told to stay behind so Rico could handle whatever was about to happen. Naraca saw Chikane, the innocent and shy little girl who apparently was a legend punching a bar stool with ominous blue flames around her fists. Naraca's eye's hung on her for a moment, seeing her in the state she was in.
He then turned to the closed door entrence of the bar, seeing the last man walk through to follow Rico. He told her to stay here...

Naraca figured he could do something at least, and he wanted to see what was going to happen anyway, so this would work for her and him in the end.
He took another look at his drink first and frowned, as if dissapointed that he wasn't able to get another drink before checking out what could be a serious issue.
He set the cup down on the bar table and got up off the stool and on his feet so he could walk over to the bar door and open it wide for Chikane to see outside it. Rice said stay inside, he didn't say anything about watching.
He figured the door would be enough to catch her interest as a light would come from the door and shine on her to hopefully catch her attention so she could see what was going on outside.

When Naraca turned to look himself, he'd only see all the warning signs of impending destruction.

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The wizard with the elegant cloak who was clearly the leader of this dark guild observed the town for a moment as his men would begin to get to work. Several squads of men moved into residential streets and starting firing guns in the air, breaking down doors and pulling out families. Others would begin working on getting to places to cut off the electrical and magical power around the town. All of these squads for these different jobs. Nobody killing anybody though and clearly trying to be non-lethal although they wouldn't hesitate to break some bones if need be.
This was all what the plan was for now, yet none of it was actually happening yet, for now the leader was witnessing what looked like a possible resistance.

An old man with a handful of villagers marching towards them seemingly unafraid.

The dark wizards around the leader formed a defensive formation around the leader and they all either pulled out guns or primed there spells in preparation to unleash hell on the resistors.
The leader looked at them with a curious face, they were all just regular people aside from the old man whom he could feel a magical presence from.
He gave out a small, sinister smile at the site of them and almost looked spiteful.

He walked towards them, stepping around the defensive formation to which the other dark wizards looked curiously at there leader.

"Is there something you want old man?" The leader asked Rico almost somewhat sarcastically. The answer being quite obvious.

Chikane continued to punch the bar stool, anger raising after each strike. Why wouldn’t Rico let her continue the job and help the village out? Why was she always being held back by someone, when it could obviously work out in a way best for all of them if she helped? ‘Its because he thinks I’m just a child, even if I prove myself constantly. Even if I were to take down an entire dark guild by myself I would still be a small child in his eyes. Even if I would negotiate everlasting peace he would pat me on the head and think it was adorable. Like everyone else. They don’t see someone who could possibly do anything more than be the small cute child everyone likes to cuddle. Not a freaking guild master, or a powerhouse in fighting! JUST A CHILD!’ Chikane mentally screamed, anger rising and her skin starting to turn a sickly pale color. Her eyes were slowly changing too, as it seemed she would let her demonic side surface for the first time since the accident. If it had occurred, then everything would have changed and her entire power would have come out immediately. She would have maimed and brutally beaten as many dark guild members possible, probably destroying a lot of things in the process.

Instead, a light shined from the door and her transformation reverted while she looked up and noticed Naraca looking out of the door. She flushed red as she remembered that he was listening, which meant she revealed information that she didn’t want to yet. She briefly smacked herself, but her curiosity would get the better that she needed to know what occurred between the old man and the dark guild members. She would slip in underneath Naraca’s arm and out of his viewpath, taking a peek at the moments that would occur soon.

Knowing that something was going to happen, for better or worse.

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Rico and the villagers approached the leader without any fear in their eyes, knowing that this may as well be their final days. The villagers each had their own weapon, but the old man would approach without any apparent weapon. They formed a defensive line to protect their village and anyone who could not fight back from the dark guild, hoping that their bravery would outlast these men and their savagery. Rico formed a dark look when the leader came up and asked what he wanted. The scoundrel had the nerve to even jokingly ask! Was he not taking them seriously?

“You know what I will say. Get out of here you troublemakers! We don’t nor will we ever owe you anything.” Rico stated firmly, glaring spitefully at the man in front of him as if that alone would make him vanish from the earth.

Looking outside Naraca immediately felt a foreboding feeling of impending chaos. They had a clear view of Rico and he small band of villagers that were carrying different kinds of weapons. Naraca felt his abdomen tense up as he scanned the intruders. They were dressed for combat, and they all had guns...So many guns couldn't belong just bandits, and that symbol on there uniforms, the swords with wings...This had to be a dark guild. One that seemed to have an emphasis on equipment and weapons due to all the guns and modern gear.
They all looked pretty light so they couldn't be here with the intent to kill everyone in the village, this had to be more of a scare tactic so...Was this a takeover? There was too many men for this to be a warning, and too few for an assault. Naraca was a soldier himself before he was a wizard, and from the looks of things they just had to be here to take over the village. If that was the case then they weren't safe here, and neither was Rico.

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Several men were behind Charles, yet they still were pointing there rifles at the villagers behind the old man as Charles and he were facing each other. Charles towered over the old man by a few feet, yet nothing about him seemed to phase the man. He could very well be a fighter, maybe even a wizard thought Charles.
He eye's glanced over the villagers behind the old man, they truly weren't afraid, they were rallying on this one man.
His eye's scanned the old man again

No...He had some fight in him but...There was no way...

"This village belongs to Shadow Sword now!!" Charles suddenly yelled in a booming voice right in the old mans face to announce to the villagers but show he was not phased by the old mans little resistance.
He looked towards all the villagers that were in the resistance and the families that were onlooking from a distance.
"You will surrender yourselves and do what we say and nobody will get hurt!!!" He added, making sure within within ear shot could hear him.

He slowly tipped his head back down to face the old man.
"If you resist us..." He grimly stated, holding for a moment as he lifted his right hand up into the air.
His three fingers curled so only his index finger and his thumb were extended in the shape of a gun. He slowly guided his hand down, he sleeve gliding down his arm until his index finger was pointed directly at the old mans forehead.
"You'll die...So what's it going to be old man?" He ask while seemingly holding the old man at gunpoint with his finger.