A dark skinned woman in a military uniform and a 9 foot tall man are standing at the end of a train station platform.
"That's King Rigstead?" I said
Kalispel stopped the thunderbird and climbed out of it. "Enya, I have formal sworsmanship training, let me fight him. If I die, I need you to take this to Imperator Milowake." He drew his revolver from his leather holster and handed it to me.
"Why this?" I asked
"See the sapphire embedded in the handle? That gem is something called a Soul Anchor. Long story short, if you take it back to Milowake, I can be rebuilt."
"You're going to win, dumbass, or I'll kill you again for leaving Cleo with that monster!" I said
"I can't promise anything." He reached into his bag and drew a katana from it.
"What's the matter, Enya? Don't want to face the king of Ren yourself?" Sam shouted from across the platform.
"Shut your mouth, bean picker, or I'll shove my cock in it!" I shouted back at her.
"Bean picker? You can leave my race out of this, whore!?" Sam shouted back.
Kalispel took off his wool tailcoat and button up shirt, and then put a leather biker's jacket over his undershirt. He pointed his sword at Rigstead. "I learned to kill in the deserts of America, amiga, a place I don't imagine you have ever been to."
"Really? You look like you learned to kill from an anime." Sam responded.
"Master Gensai Tsami, you would know if you ever bothered to read my dossier." Kalispel said
"It doesn't matter. King, make a mess of him." Sam said
"Rigstead reached into a long crate on the ground and pulled out the biggest greatsword I have ever seen. The ground shook as he charged at Kalispel, rumbled with his might. Kalispel seemed undaunted as the massive beast of a man took a swing at him. Kalispel held the sword out in a defensive stance. Rigstead's sword cut through the air, and smashed into a translucent barrier in front of Kalispel's sword. Blue sparks of thaumaturgical energy arced from Kalispel's hands and into the ground until Rigstead withdrew his sword. Kalispel projected another barrier near the ground, jumped up on it, and took a quick slash at Rigstead's throat. He blocked it with his wrist, and blood spattered onto the white marble floor.
Rigstead raised his sword high into the air and brought it down like a sledgehammer. Kalispel projected another thaumaturgical shield, but the might of rigstead's sword brought the shield down onto his chest, and threw him down off the platform. Rigstead threw his sword, piercing Kalispel's chest, and pinning his corpse to the tracks.
"That works, if you can't cut him, beat him to death with his own shield." Sam said. "You lost, Enya, hand over the Tomes."
"That wasn't the deal, the deal was that you fight me!" I said
"You can't just hustle me like that! King, kill her too!" Sam shouted.
"Watch me." I grabbed Kalispel's bag from the driver's seat and drew my own greatsword from it. I stomped onto the ground as I walked, allowing my hobnail boots to gouge out deep scratches in the marble tile. Rigstead grabbed another greatsword from the crate and then swung wide at me. I blocked with my sword and allowed my boots to slide to take on the recoil. I slid onto the gouges I made earlier and made an early stop on the roughed up surface. I lunged forward and ran my sword on through Rigstead's gambeson. I drew the sword out, and then brought it down over his head, splitting it like a bloody melon. He fell onto the floor, spilling brains and blood onto the white marble.
Sam stepped back. "No way! No fair! If you don't play by the rules, neither will I!" Sam grabbed a semi automatic pistol from a hidden holster and pointed it at me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a small spark. I knew what was going on before it happened. Flames erupted like lit kerosene and engulfed Sam in the inferno. She had no time to scream before she was dead, falling over as a burned husk.
I could recognize that red weave haircut from anywhere, it was Cleo, she was safe, and she had a train load of people behind her just happy to see the light. I helped her up onto the train platform and she looked at the carnage.
"Enya darling, is that... is that the king of Rhen?" She asked me
"He was, but now he's the latest bitch for me to fuck!" I said.
"That's King Rigstead?" I said
Kalispel stopped the thunderbird and climbed out of it. "Enya, I have formal sworsmanship training, let me fight him. If I die, I need you to take this to Imperator Milowake." He drew his revolver from his leather holster and handed it to me.
"Why this?" I asked
"See the sapphire embedded in the handle? That gem is something called a Soul Anchor. Long story short, if you take it back to Milowake, I can be rebuilt."
"You're going to win, dumbass, or I'll kill you again for leaving Cleo with that monster!" I said
"I can't promise anything." He reached into his bag and drew a katana from it.
"What's the matter, Enya? Don't want to face the king of Ren yourself?" Sam shouted from across the platform.
"Shut your mouth, bean picker, or I'll shove my cock in it!" I shouted back at her.
"Bean picker? You can leave my race out of this, whore!?" Sam shouted back.
Kalispel took off his wool tailcoat and button up shirt, and then put a leather biker's jacket over his undershirt. He pointed his sword at Rigstead. "I learned to kill in the deserts of America, amiga, a place I don't imagine you have ever been to."
"Really? You look like you learned to kill from an anime." Sam responded.
"Master Gensai Tsami, you would know if you ever bothered to read my dossier." Kalispel said
"It doesn't matter. King, make a mess of him." Sam said
"Rigstead reached into a long crate on the ground and pulled out the biggest greatsword I have ever seen. The ground shook as he charged at Kalispel, rumbled with his might. Kalispel seemed undaunted as the massive beast of a man took a swing at him. Kalispel held the sword out in a defensive stance. Rigstead's sword cut through the air, and smashed into a translucent barrier in front of Kalispel's sword. Blue sparks of thaumaturgical energy arced from Kalispel's hands and into the ground until Rigstead withdrew his sword. Kalispel projected another barrier near the ground, jumped up on it, and took a quick slash at Rigstead's throat. He blocked it with his wrist, and blood spattered onto the white marble floor.
Rigstead raised his sword high into the air and brought it down like a sledgehammer. Kalispel projected another thaumaturgical shield, but the might of rigstead's sword brought the shield down onto his chest, and threw him down off the platform. Rigstead threw his sword, piercing Kalispel's chest, and pinning his corpse to the tracks.
"That works, if you can't cut him, beat him to death with his own shield." Sam said. "You lost, Enya, hand over the Tomes."
"That wasn't the deal, the deal was that you fight me!" I said
"You can't just hustle me like that! King, kill her too!" Sam shouted.
"Watch me." I grabbed Kalispel's bag from the driver's seat and drew my own greatsword from it. I stomped onto the ground as I walked, allowing my hobnail boots to gouge out deep scratches in the marble tile. Rigstead grabbed another greatsword from the crate and then swung wide at me. I blocked with my sword and allowed my boots to slide to take on the recoil. I slid onto the gouges I made earlier and made an early stop on the roughed up surface. I lunged forward and ran my sword on through Rigstead's gambeson. I drew the sword out, and then brought it down over his head, splitting it like a bloody melon. He fell onto the floor, spilling brains and blood onto the white marble.
Sam stepped back. "No way! No fair! If you don't play by the rules, neither will I!" Sam grabbed a semi automatic pistol from a hidden holster and pointed it at me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a small spark. I knew what was going on before it happened. Flames erupted like lit kerosene and engulfed Sam in the inferno. She had no time to scream before she was dead, falling over as a burned husk.
I could recognize that red weave haircut from anywhere, it was Cleo, she was safe, and she had a train load of people behind her just happy to see the light. I helped her up onto the train platform and she looked at the carnage.
"Enya darling, is that... is that the king of Rhen?" She asked me
"He was, but now he's the latest bitch for me to fuck!" I said.