"IT SURE IS a nice night. Too bad we're stuck on night patrol. Otherwise we could be drinking, and having fun right now." Grumbles a male guard.
"You know we can still have a different kind of fun." Replies a female guard as she grabs her partner's hand, pulling him into a nearby alleyway.
"Come on stupid thing." The male guard fumbles with his belt
"Here let me help." The female guard pushes him against the wall, undoes his belt in one swift motion, drops to her knees, and in no time she's deepthroating all of him.
"OH FUCK!" The male guard is surprised by this. He places both of his hands on her head, closes his eyes enjoying himself. After a bit she stops.
"My turn." She said as she stands, turns, and bends over, her pants already around her ankles.
The male guard pulls her panties aside, and slips inside her.
"Harder! Fuck me harder! Yes, just like that! Oh fuck yes.! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"
The male guard pulls out and pushes her towards the wall in front of them. The female guard stands there facing the wall. Letting the anticipation build, waiting for him to begin again.
"Stop teasing already."
Her partner doesn't say anything, but she can hear him walking towards her. She begins swinging her ass back and forth giving him a show. She stops when a hand touches her left butt cheek.
"Hurry up and get back inside me."
"Alright." Says a different voice. The hand leaves her butt and shoves her head hard into the wall.
"AHHHHHHH!!" The female guard lets out an ear splitting scream. She tries pushing off the wall, but the hand holds her firmly in place.
"What are you screaming for? This is what you wanted isn't it?"
"STOP! STOP! STOP NO MORE!"
"Nope."
The female guard screams until her throat begins to bleed and goes hoarse. Eventually blacking out from pain, and blood loss.
"This way hurry! The shouts came from over there!"
Three Templar guards rush into the alley. The sight they see stops them cold. The male guard; his pants down around his ankles, throat slit.
The female guard is slumped against the wall, her genitals mutilated by the dagger sticking out of vagina.
"Fuck me." Remarks one of the Templar guards.
"That's what she said."
All three turn to find a figure dressed from head to toe in black standing a few meters away. None of the Templars move. Not because they're scared, but because a small boy stands in front of the figure, visibly scared, clutching his teddy bear for dear life.
"Coward! Let the boy go right now!"
"Sorry, can't do that. I need him to bear witness to what's about to happen here."
"Bastard!" Shouts the Templar guard as he charges the black figure, sword in hand.
"Stop, you idiot!"
The warning comes too late as an arrow penetrates the charging man's skull. The figure in black fires off two more arrows, killing the other two men.
"Come child, there's more people to kill."
The boy having no choice in the matter follows the black figure around, watching as every single Templar soldier is killed. Every soldier except for one, his mother.
A Lieutenant who was stationed here at her request; wanting to raise her son out in the countryside.
"Mommy!" Shouts the boy as he runs to his mother, who's bound to a chair in their kitchen.
"Hey brat, remember everything you saw tonight. And Lieutenant when they ask who did this you tell them it was Three of the Black Archers."
****
𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘
"Sergeant, I have an urgent report."
"Enter."
The sergeant's door opens and in walks a figure dressed from head to toe in black.
"Who…" That's all she could say before a black arrow penetrates her eye.
"Where should I go next?"
"Hey, who the hell are you?"
"Names Four of the Black Archers. And I just killed your commander."
"Intruder! We have an intruder in the barracks! Wake up we have an intruder!"
"Oh no, whatever shall I do? If he wakes up everyone I don't think I can hold myself back from killing them all." Four just shrugs. "Fuck it. I'll just have to hope one of them survives the slaughter."
Four begins making its way through the barracks killing every soldier unlucky enough to step in its path. It makes its way outside and is greeted by a stunning sight. Twenty some adventurers stand there ready to fight.
"Oh good, more fun. Tell me who's the highest rank here?"
"I am." Answered a big burly man stepping forward. "I'm B ranked in the Warrior-class."
"Only B ranked. Well this will be a disappointing fight. Fine whatever come at me when you're ready."
The big burly man pulls out his tonfas, and takes up a fighting stance.
"Stand down, all of you!" Commands a firm voice.
The adventurers turn, then part as a tall and well built black man walks towards Four.
"Who might you be?"
"Names Reginald. Headmaster of the Tanker School. I just happened to be passing through. So which number are you?"
"Four."
"All of you clear out now!" Orders Reginald.
"Sir, we can help you."
"Yeah. Let us help."
"You can't. This thing is one of the most wanted criminals in both the Britannia and Netherland Empires. A SS ranked killer. You guys will only slow me down and get yourselves killed in the process. What I need you all to do is start evacuating the civilians from the area. Get them somewhere safe. I'll buy you as much time as I can."
"I'll actually allow them to leave, only because fighting you will be so much more entertaining."
"Get going, all of you."
"Here you'll need these." The big burly man offers his tonfas to Reginald.
"Thanks, but I'm good." Reginald holds up a fist. "Besides, you'll need them more than me. Now get moving."
The adventurers do as they're told. Leaving Reginald and Four staring at one another.
(𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒊𝒐)
𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆: 𝑹𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒅
𝑨𝒈𝒆: 45
𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔: 𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏
𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓: 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒆
𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕: 2.13 𝒎
𝑾𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕: 147 𝒌𝒈
𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒓: 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑨𝒇𝒓𝒐
𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒔: 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌
𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝑩𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅: 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑩𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝑷𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆
𝑺𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓: 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌
𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑭𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔: 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒅𝒊 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅
𝑱𝒐𝒃: 𝑻𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓
𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔: 𝑻𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒓
𝑺𝒖𝒃𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔(𝒆𝒔): 𝑮𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒐𝒏
𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒌: 𝑺𝑺
𝑮𝒆𝒂𝒓: 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕, 𝑻𝒂𝒏 𝑲𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒓 𝑷𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒕, 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒔
𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒏: 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑭𝒊𝒔𝒕
"Any chance you want to lay down your weapon and surrender?"
"Surely you jest. I've been itching to fight one of you headmasters for quite some time. No way I'm gonna pass this up. But can you survive when you're not even dressed for combat?"
Reginald merely smirks. "I pray for peace but I'm always ready for war. I don't need my gear to kick your ass."
"Words to die by. I'll put that on your tombstone."
Four hits Reginald with a quick jab to the face hoping to stun him so it can get some distance to shoot him.
Once Fours fist makes contact, Reginald grabs Fours arm with his right hand, jerks Four towards him and throws a left body hook. It connects, but the blow is absorbed by the armor Four has on.
Four pulls an arrow out, stabs Reginald's hand right between the knuckles forcing him to let go.
Four jumps backwards at the same time, nocks the arrow and fires it. Reginald snatches it out of the air, drops it, and charges Four.
The two continue exchanging blows, neither one landing any critical hits on the other. This goes on for nearly an hour.
"Time to end this." Declares Reginald.
"Tired already? How sad."
"Cheap taunts won't work on me."
Reginald removes what's left of his tattered shirt, revealing white tattoo designs covering his entire torso front and back.
"These are tribal markings handed down by my ancestors. I won't bore you with the details. But I'll show you instead."
"Fuck you and fuck your ancestors. Triple Penetrating Shot." Four fires off three arrows.
"Beast Mode!"
A surge of power erupts from Reginald, blowing away the arrows. Reginald's tattoos are glowing, his eyes, beard, and afro have turned pure white.
Fours whole body begins shaking. "Finally! This is a fight that truly gets my fucking blood pumping. Don't hold back, hit me with all…" Four gets blasted in the face by a flurry of punches. The final punch sends Four crashing through a building, hitting the ground on the other side.
"Hee haha hee hee haha hee. That actually fucking hurt. But I'm having a fucking blast."
Four rises to its feet as Reginald comes walking through the hole in the wall.
"Come on you black bastard! Show me what else you got!"
In a blink Reginald is right in front of Four. Four jumps backwards just as Reginald kicks at Fours chest.
"Shit, that could have blown my chest out my back. Guess I better stop fucking around or I might actually lose this fight."
Their battle rages on into the night.
****
Hunters School
"Headmaster Oz, you need to wake up!" A male instructor frantically pounds on the door. "Headmaster Oz, please get up!"
The door creaks open. "What is it?" Asked Oz, still half asleep.
"Thirty individuals have taken some of the students who were out on night training hostage."
"So why haven't you and the other instructors handle it yet?"
"One of them is dressed in all black from head to toe, wielding a black bow."
This gets Oz's attention. "Lock down the school right now! All instructors are to take up arms and prepare to fight. Students are to shelter in place until this is over."
"Understood. But sir, what about the girl coming back down the mountain?"
"No worries there. She should've come back down already." Oz said, grabbing his weapons.
(𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒊𝒐)
𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆: 𝑶𝒛
𝑨𝒈𝒆: 𝑼𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏
𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔: 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒊-𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇
𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓: 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒆
𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕: 1.80 𝒎
𝑾𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕: 70 𝒌𝒈
𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒓: 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑭𝒖𝒓
𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒔: 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏
𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝑩𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅: 𝑺𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍
𝑱𝒐𝒃: 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓
𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔: 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓
𝑺𝒖𝒃𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔(𝒆𝒔): 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓, 𝑺𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒓
𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒌: 𝑺𝑺
𝑮𝒆𝒂𝒓: 𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒈𝒐 𝑾𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒂𝒕, 𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒈𝒐 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔
𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒏: 𝑬𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒂 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒔
𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒏: 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒔, 𝑻𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉.
Healers School
"Take the injured to the Infirmary." Instructs a female instructor.
"We can't. It's already full."
"Then start setting up in the classrooms, and move the injured there." Orders the headmaster. "Prioritize the most serious cases in classrooms one-four, minor cases can fill the remaining classrooms. All able bodies that can help out do so. If you don't think you're up for it then just go hide somewheres. "
"What about the intruder dressed in black? And the twenty others.
"It's fine. Hinata's handling that imposter, along with the other trouble makers." Explains the headmaster.
"Imposter? Who's that?" Asked the female instructor.
"The one dressed in black of course."
"Sonya, I have returned."
"Done already, Hinata."
"But of course. It's not much of a challenge when everyone of them is a low ranking human." Replied Hinata. "I did keep some of them alive for questioning."
"Excellent work, Hinata. Please stand watch over them until I'm done here."
"As you wish."
(𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒊𝒐)
𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆: 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒚𝒂
𝑨𝒈𝒆: 210 (𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓)
𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔: 𝑭𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆
𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓: 𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆
𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕: 7.5 𝒄𝒎
𝑾𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕: 𝑼𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏
𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒓: 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒘/ 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔
𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒔: 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏
𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝑩𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅: 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒆
𝑺𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓: 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏
𝑱𝒐𝒃: 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓
𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔: 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓
𝑺𝒖𝒃𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔(𝒆𝒔): 𝑬𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓
𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒌: 𝑺𝑺
𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔
𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒏: 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒅
(𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒊𝒐)
𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆: 𝑯𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒂
𝑨𝒈𝒆: 101
𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔: 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏
𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓: 𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆
𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕: 2.28 𝒎
𝑾𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕: 136 𝒌𝒈
𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒓: 𝑹𝒆𝒅, 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕
𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒔: 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌
𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝑩𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅: 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒏
𝑺𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓: 𝑷𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒆
𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑭𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔: 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑨𝒓𝒎𝒔, 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔
𝑱𝒐𝒃: 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒚𝒂'𝒔 𝑨𝒊𝒅
𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔: 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓
𝑺𝒖𝒃𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔(𝒆𝒔): 𝑼𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏
𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒌: 𝑺
𝑮𝒆𝒂𝒓: 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑺𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑻𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒄, 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑨𝒓𝒎 𝑾𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒔, 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑳𝒆𝒈 𝑾𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒔, 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒌𝒊𝒓𝒕
𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒏: 𝑵𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒎
𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒏: 𝑼𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏
****
"Good morning everyone, and welcome to the final selection process." Announces Kerym.
"All two hundred of you elite warriors should be proud that you made it this far. However only eighty of you will be selected. You've all been put through some harsh training to get here, but that was nothing compared to what you're about to face. Which among you has what it takes to become a Centurion?"
As the men and women begin their warmups. Kerym's Vice Captain approaches him.
"Sir, you've been summoned to the war room."
"For what?"
"It's The Black Archers. They are active and on the move."
"Understood. Take over for me would you?"
"Of course. Brief me later on what's been decided."
"You bet. Don't rough them up too badly Carter."
"Sir, it's Vice Captain Carter when we're on duty."
"Yeah, yeah." Kerym just waves off the remark. As he walks away he calls over his shoulder. "You should relax more, smell some flowers, run barefoot through the grass, and take in your surroundings. You will be surprised by what you see."
"Not all of us can be as carefree as you, sir." Carter shouts back.