@Draconian Amaya hung midair for what felt like a lifetime. He had no control over his body as he fell to his likely death, surrounded by broken shards of glass. Being pierced through the shoulder with a blade and then flung out of a second story window will do that to you. But damn! He was
so close this time. And now he was going to... die? It was like watching a bad dream he would never wake up from. Just dropping, falling, floating. How did this happen?
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"And so was the legend of Amaya Midgar: ex-gang member, fearsome bounter hunter, and... cat whisperer."
The bounty hunter sat idly in the shadows of a closed off alley, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, but this
damn cat. Where did it even come from? Just hopped in his lap at a critical time of concentration just to give him an itchy nose. Despite his obvious distaste, his new feline "friend" didn't stop giving nuzzles and love that Amaya didn't deserve.
"Come on, little guy," he said in a whisper. "You'll blow my cover."
Meow."You don't say," he responded quietly as he watched the outer footsteps in the streets ahead of him. It had been some time since the man has been in Serendipity, and word on the streets is that his old gang had taken up residence in Selevea, with one old comrade typically patrolling this area.
Meow! "I don't really like you either, but there's no need to get an attitude. Wait," he stopped, shaking his head. "Why am I talking to a ca-"
Chomp.Son of a-. The cat bit him. He actually bit him!
"Out of here you little shit!" he scowled, shoving him away.
The cat darted down the alley and back into the open, slipping through the legs of someone who turned heel at the sound of Amaya's scolding voice.
"Well, if it isn't..."
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'Oh yeah, the cat. Then what?'----------
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Amaya was in the second floor of an old abandoned building, lit only by the glimmer of daylight pouring through the windows. He was surrounded by several men, his old gang, and had already taken a rather severe beating up to that point when another man, the obvious ring leader, stepped forward.
"Been a long time, Rune. You look like shit," Amaya said, a grin almost sneaking onto his face until it was met with the opposing man's fist. Being knocked a little off balance, the bounty hunter spit blood from his mouth and took a moment before glaring back at his old comrade. "That was a little uncalled for.. and here I was expecting a hug and a pint of ale."
"Save the theatrics," Rune cut in sharply.
He was a taller man, even taller than Amaya - standing a few inches over him. His long silver hair fell down below his shoulders and around his pale face. He looked tired, but that was just the look of a man drained from the power quest of his own self-absorbed version of justice. He wore all black and carried a long, skinny masamune sword - similar to the one the bounty hunter
sometimes used.
"You were doing fine hiding away in that little swamp of yours in Thanatos," Rune began, lifting his weapon. "You should have stayed there. What did you hope to accomplish by coming back?"
"Oh, I'd never forgive myself if I didn't visit my old frie-"
He was interrupted again with another punch, this time to the stomach from another member of Rune's gang.
"Bastard," Amaya grimaced.
"Tell me then, friend. Have you come back to die?"
"You can only kill a man so many times, Rune."
"Then stay dead this time!"
Without hesitation, Rune drove his sword through the bounty hunter, and shortly after released him with a firm kick to the chest.
Shit. He was going to die. He was so shocked by the piercing of the blade that he did not feel the glass as he broke through it on his way out.
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'Oh yeah. So that's how. Well, whatever happens, happens.'Amaya was knocked out cold the moment his body hit the ground.