Whats Life without a laugh

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Miroko woke up at noon in her crimson queen sized bed. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and she got up and walked slowly to the window. The sun was shining brightly over the beautifull city and it seemed very warm. She went to her wardrobe and put on a beautifull white dress that seemed casual but showed off her rank in this country. She stepped out looked in the mirror and walked outside her bedroom door.

She walked down the hall filled with pictures of the like as she made her way downstairs to the kitchen. She noticed her [strike:obxi4drw]slaves[/strike:obxi4drw] workers all sitting around the kitchen table eating lunch. Miroko looked at them as her stomach growled. They were eating pancakes and muffins. She walked towards the table as everyone stood up, "Lady Miroko would you like some breakfast?" Amy asked.

Amy wore a black and white maid outfit as her red hair went down to her shoulders. She had  pretty pink eyes that made her jealous at times.  Miroko nodded her head as she calmly sat down on the red oak seat as a small plate of pancakes was laid before her. She grabbed her fork and began to eat. When she was finished she left her mansion and walked towards the park. When she made it there she sat on a warm bench letting the sun smile on her body.

Like a sunny day I will warm you from inside
Letting My feelings give you strength
No matter what happens to me in this
Lifetime I know you knew how I felt
Like the morning breeze I shall be
Slightly touching your back
So we lt this be eternity I love you

Miroko began to sing losing herself in its magic not paying attention to her surroundings. She swayed her body from right to left as her beautifull high pitched song ran through the park.

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Hm. Valentine rubbed at his lower lip before eyeing the tall stone wall. It wasn't that there was anything important behind it, it was just that getting on top of it would be really cool. Maybe there was a prize on the other side that Valentine could scoop up and steal away. That'd be really cool. Making a quick humming sound, the short blond looked up at a high tree and grinned widely, showing off even white teeth. While he sounded like an educated dolt when he talked, Valentine knew more then enough to get him around in the world.

Being attractive didn't hurt his cause either. It made people want to watch him, and being an acrobat, he was the center of attention. The only contortionist in the whole act, make up, funny clothes, the whole nine yards. Bah. He'd lost Vic back in the cluster of trees, the tall creep was probably up in with the branches, or on the other side of the wall again. Pressing a hand behind him against the wall, he took at a quick dash towards the tree, his agile legs and arms shimming his way up it though it was branchless.

With a quiet grunt from effort, Valentine huffed and climbed onto a branch, smirking and giving himself a mental pat on the back, he shuffled his way on the branch towards the wall, it was a big tree, and it was still a few feet above the small ledge so with a practiced ease, he swung upside down on the branch and gentle landed on top of the wall.

Then turned towards what would have been a glass shattering noise if there wasn't a melody to go with it. Val made a face and walked along the wall, his hands in his pockets and his eyes looking around for the keeper of the some-what pretty voice. He'd heard better, but he was from somewhere where if you had a talent you exploited it until it killed you. Valentine was pretty sure that one day he's going to break his neck and kill himself from doing something stupid .

Either his neck or his back.

Probably his back.

Ah-ha... There she was. Valentine spotted her and then his attention was taken away by the smooth top of the rocky wall to keep the outsiders where they were supposed to be. Out. Valentine leaned forward and put his hands on the wall before lifting his feet in the air and standing on his hands, not so much as a wobble and he began to move along the wall, feet up straight, balance was perfect. It was to be expected by someone who'd been doing this for almost all of his life.

Momentarily forgetting about the lovely singing young lady on the inside of the wall. The possible treasure they could steal away and keep for themselves, Valentines voice rang out loudly, with a laugh. "Lets see you beat this, Victor!" Then he paused and turned so he was facing the inside of the garden, spotting the strange young lady again. Upside down and standing on his hands he blinked and smiled again. "Oi! There's a lady in there! We should go say Hi."

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Despite what Val had thought, Victor wasn't a head of him. He had been taking his time, scouting out the wall a little before going up the tree. And he would rather Val got in trouble sneaking in first. Guards were way more likely to go easy on the small, cute, girlishly pretty blond one then they were on him.

His longer reach let him get up the tree much faster then Val, and with much less contortion. He had been raised to be an acrobat, his mother was flexible enough to put Val to shame. And Vic had been good at it. Then he started growing when he hit puberty. And didn't stop until he was 6'4" and it was very hard to keep that flexible when you got that tall.

But he was still more then agile enough, and very, very strong. He spent a lot of time throwing his own body weight around. So climbing a tree was nothing for him. He paused at the wall, distracted by the strange sound, taking a moment to realize the high-pitched sound was a song. He wrinkled his nose slightly, nobles. They were so weird.

"Ha! That ain't nothin' brat!" The tall man moved gracefully onto the wall, his costume bright and eye catching, the colors a contrast to his tanned skin. The burn scars on his face were mostly hidden with his performers makeup and he had even brushed his hair. He wasn't a handsome man, but when he took the time to clean up, he wasn't bad looking.

Not about to be shown up by Val, Vic proceeded to cartwheel over the top of the smooth wall, legs perfectly straight over his head. Would have made even his mother proud. Stopping before he reached Val, he stayed on his hands, long legs going into the splits, "A lady? Really?" he grinned at his partner, "Best to go in-tro-duce yerself."

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Miroko let the song fade as she stood up. She ppointed her palm tawrds the grass as it began to glow a faint green aura. Beautifull flowers began to spring up from the ground, they were magnificent. Miroko dropped her hand and smiled at her work. Creating beautifull things is what makes her speacial, she thought. She looked at the trees around her and decided they needed something, She brought her hands to her mouth and began to blow. When she thrusted her hands out a swarm of beautifull white doves flew into the sky landing on some of the trees. She began to walk on the park trail putting more flowers up and a few more things of wild life. She stopped however when she noticed a broken fountain.

"This was probably the old plaza." Miroko thought out loud

She touched the old fountain it felt cold, icy.  There were a couple benches next to the fountain all worn and eaten away as well as some dead greenland surrounding the area. She felt sad for the rusted area you could tell it used to be a beautifull place. Miroko thought about what she wanted to do, should she use magic to see if she could fix this place or should she leave it alone.

"Crack!" a twig broke and Miroko's head moved towards the noise. She saw a big man probably 6 foot 3 carrying a huge sword on his back.  He had black ace paint on in weird designs and he had black hair put into a ponytail.

"Lady Miroko have I been waiting for you..." the man said in a deep voice
"Who are you?" Miroko asked in a scared tone taking a step back
"I am Rayleaf the bounty hunter and; he thrusted his palm towards Miroko as a wave of energy surrounded her. She tried to speak but she couldn't her voice was gone. "I have come to claim you."

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Moss-green eyes widened and a sly grin appeared on his painted face, and oh-so-slowly he lowered his feet onto the wall, it was awkward because the landing area was slim and high up, but Valentine could deal with awkward well and he was almost entirely bent in half before his torso and head was right side up, quickly turning around to watch the singing lady create flowers. Flowers that were going to die horrible deaths because it wasn't even the right season for them.  This woman was either naïve and thought flowers could live forever, or sadistic and liked watching helpless plants die. Valentine put a hand on his hip and looked down at Victor with a smirk on his face.

For an instance there was an urge to hook his ankle around Victor The Show-Off's wrist and knock him off the wall. The urge passed, it would have been beyond stupid to do. Val did a light run along the wall until he couldn't see the magical princess anymore in which case he sat on the ledge and lowered himself down, his arms supporting him while he planted his feet against the wall to jump off of it, heading to the ground diagonally so he could to a nice roll to break his fall.

The both of them together looked like their own circus act. Bright coloured form fitting clothing, Val's hair was spiked up and the long tail of hair at the base of his head was in a braid, weighed down by colourful beads, it ended at the tops of his thighs, but it was all for show and it never really got in the way. To heavy to move slowly and too small to grab unless they were very accurate... Like Victor.

Kneeling after his jump he stood up and gave a stretch, wiping off his knees from the dirt and dust from the grass. The morning dew was gone, which was fine by him, his own costume was white and yellow with dashes of red on it, the odd dash of blue. His face make-up followed suit, and he absolutely hated the fact that his lips were painted red. Valentine knew he looked like a girl with this stupid make-up on, but it gave them a good...

Where those doves? Must be Princess Magic Fingers again. Poor birds. They'd be hunted or caught and caged or something. She really was sadistic! Valentine made a point to remember that if he did bump into her, not to piss her off, she might make him puke a rainbow or something. Val looked down at himself, not that he didn't look like one already.

He'd gotten over the hill and spotted the vision in white and lift an eyebrow. There was a tall fellow with a large sword, Val got above the hill just in time to the "I have come to claim you," bit and he just lift a painted blue eyebrow. Well, if he didn't come at a bad time he didn't know what he was doing. Clearing his throat, he walked over and stood with his arms crossed, looking up at the tall man.

"Y'know, if you look like such a barbarian why don' you just smack her over the 'ead with the blunt side o' that sword'ja got there?" Sheesh, some people. Why were most kidnappers just stupid?

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Now, Vic was used to people, nobles especially, pretending to not see him, but generally he wasn't wearing his performing clothes. He looked almost as fruity in them as Val did on a normal day.

The woman's blatant use of magic made Vic blink. Well, that would make this easier. Cuts out a whole damn step. And she didn't seem like she was really running with a full deck, throwing flower up everywhere.

Twisting his body to the side, Vic dropped his legs down to do a bridge, then righted himself until he was standing right side up again, moving low and quickly along the wall to where Val was lowering himself.

Dressed similar to Val, Vic's costume was black instead of white, but the smattering of color remained the same. He didn't wear as much face make up as the blond did, but there was still some. Mostly to help cover the burn scars on his face.

Sliding down next to his partner, Vic opened his mouth to say something snotty when he was startled by the a burst of doves. Hmmm....if they were still there, they should hunt one. Doves made good fuckin' eats they did. He glanced over at Val, shrugging slightly. Mages always made things weird.

Keeping low was always a little hard when you were almost 6 and a half feet tall, but Vic was pretty limber. He couldn't do what Val could, but he was better off then most men his size.

As he came over the hill, he saw some guy about his size with a big sword going on about claiming the girl. How rude. That was their mark. People had no fuckin' manners. And Val was already strolling up the the man.

Stretching, Vic stood and followed the blond, "Back off nancy boy. That's our damn mage. We found her first. Ya can piss off and find yer own."

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The Mercenary looked at them shocked by there arrival, his face turning into an angry one when they spoke about his charge being theirs. He un sheathed his blade, it was a long silver blade with some strange runes on it's sword. He pointed the blade at them amuesed by their presence "So we'll fight for her then?" He asked all though it sounded more like a statement.

Miroko looked at the two men who just appeared, she was examining them trying to figure out what to do. She couldn't speak which meant no magic for the moment but she could run. She thought about it there was nothing stopping her but the only problem where would she go and how far would she get.

She stood up trying to look as regal as possible as she looked at the mercenary. Her eyes had a twinkle as she pointed a finger at the Mercenary, kinda like the signal to kill. "Ill play these people off as mercenarys of my own then when I get my magic back Ill flee beck to the house." Miroko thought it was brilliant.

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Fight?

Val lift an eyebrow towards the muscle head and put a hand on his hip. He hadn't brought his kasuri-gama with him, or he would have been more than happy to make this tall weirdo eat grass. Probably ate grass anyway. Valentine eyed the sword with the runes etched into it and just lift an eyebrow, wanting to laugh. Something that large would never go very fast, he could do flips off of that thing. Probably weighed as much as he did, anyway!

"Fight for her?" Valentine moved his hand from his hip to cross them over his chest and tap his white slippered foot against the ground. "Why do you even want her? Gonna get her to plant you a garden of roses?" Valentine snorted at his own little joke and then smiled again, "Doesn't look like she's much use for anything el-." Lifting an eyebrow, Valentine watched the young lady stand up and point.

At the man.

Why was she pointing at him? "Why'er you pointing at him?" The expression on his face was obvious, Val was no hero, if the guy started swinging the sword at the lady and there was no way he could stop it without getting hurt, he would just high-tail it out of there and feel a little guilty, but alive.

Valentine liked being alive. It smelt like flowers and bird poop.

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Vic just sneered at the man, clearly not impressed with his stupid sword. It was large and cumbersome looking and Vic still had an inch of reach on the man. And while he lacked his normal weapon, Vic was very confident in his unarmed skills. Very, very confident. Plus, they out numbered the guy.

Reaching up, Vic stuck a finger into his nose, digging around a bit, more then happy to let Val do the talking. He wasn't all that interested in the mercenary and the girl seemed to be another flighty Princess ty-....What the hell? Vic stopped his gold digging to raise an eyebrow at the purple haired woman as she pointed at the man.

Glancing down at Val, Vic lowered his hand and shrugged. He wasn't exactly going to risk his life or....much injury over this woman. Sure, it was his job, but they weren't really equipped to take on fruity looking men with compensator swords, "It's yer fuckin' fault we get all the fags ya know. Why can't we e'er get to fight some big titted chick in leather?"

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The mercenary laughed as he put his sword in the ground and looked at them the princess was obivously acting stupid pointing at him. He examined her, the white gown she wore would be worth a hefty sum.  He wondered how he should kill the men they looked weak enough.

"You guys no what, I like you so im ganna go all out." The Mercenary said

He put his hand on the edge of th sword and cut himself, the blood trickle down to the ground while he whispered some words. The runes began to glow on the blade, a black spiral leading from the tip went down to the bottom. He pulled out the sword it was weighed a feather now to him. His blood had sealed it they would expect this, he began to walk towards them raising his arm so the sword was in the air.

He smiled as he jumped doing a grace frontflip landing behind Miroko, punching her in the back she went to the ground unable to move crying in pain silently. The Mercenary sliced horzontaly at the two even though they were a far away the sword diddn't touch them but a wide sonic slice was coming at them.

"You should have stayed at the circus, you clowns.

Miroko felt great pain from her back, tears rolled down her eyes as she tried to catch some breaths. "I need my magic." she thought praying for it wishing for it. She opened her eyes slowly she could see her magic it was on his left shoulder. The pink little ball of aura stayed there attached. She pointed at him again pointing at his shoulders looking at them with a pleading look.

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Just had to show off.

Val had been expecting a shiny person to bother, or a rich grumpy window, or hell, a box of gold. The two of them could retire and just lay naked in gold all day with something like that. Alas, everything they did ended them up with mages, and the two of them had a job to do when it came to mages. Snag 'em for the leader. Or something like that. Valentine rubbed a knuckle over his nose, his back to Victor so he didn't see his reaction, though the silence meant they had both decided to stare at her when she pointed.

Couldn't point insistantly or jump and huff, no, she had to twinkle and point. Pointing was rude. Then the tall weird guy spoke again and Valentine blinked owlishly at him, the red make-up around his eyes making the green of his iris all the brighter. "Aww, your sarcasm pains me." Val paused for a moment and just stared at him with a raised eyebrow. Why was he cutting himself? How was he cutting himself? He'd played with big swords, he could lift them fine, they were just awkward on his smaller frame, weren't exactly the sharpest things. Meant for swinging around wildly and breaking bones.

Valentine swallowed quietly and surpressed a shudder at the thought of a broken bone. He'd be ruined. Then it all went away and the blond sighed loudly. Great. More magic. Why couldn't anyone just be normal? Oi. Valentine blinked and watched him do a flip, it wasn't the best he'd seen, but for a big brute who ate grass like a cow it was an okay flip.

After years of having to fix things in miliseconds, flips gone back, mess ups that could be turned into a different kind of action, Valentine develeoped fast reflexes. Jumping over the strange visible gust of air had been easy. A simple flip that he landed easily and glared again. Okay, now it was personal, telling them to stay in the circus.

"You should've stayed in that pasture eating the grass you Cow." Moving into his hands up, his eyes moving from the big bully to young woman who was silently weeping on the ground. Pah, women. Why did people like women? Why did he like women? Valentine heaved a sigh and stared at her hand where she was pointing to.

"Oi, Victor, is it just me or does that guy got a girly floaty on his back?" his body was ready for another random jump, and there was no way he would lead any sort of attack against the weird guy. That would be stupid, and Valentine was only a few cookies short of a whole picnic, not a whole basket.

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What the hell?

Vic frowned, really not impressed with the rather lame attempt at showmen ship the swordie was putting on. Really now, amateurs should just leave it to the professionals. His comment of liking them made Vic jab Val with an elbow, "I blaim ya for this. Yer damn faggoty lookin' face."

What the hell?

Vic sighed, rolling his eyes. Now the weird fuckin' bastard was slicing himself up. Saved them the damn troubl-Damn it. All he had wanted to do was to maybe steal some shit and put on some shows. Vic actually enjoyed performing, he had been raised on it. He liked the attention and the confidence of knowing he was good at it.

But no. There had to be some weepy tart who made flowers and birds. And on top of that the stupid muscle head was now a mage. Vic growled, deep and low in the back of his throat. He was not really in the mood for this, but they did have a job to do.

Victor wasn't as nimble as Val was and didn't bother jumping over the weird air...thing. Instead he moved to the side, neatly avoiding the odd attack. The man's taunt got another growl and a dirty look from Vic, who flipped him the bird, "Yer really gonna be thinkin' that when I stick my fuckin' clown cock up yer ass nancy boy."

Bastard. What the hell did that fuckin' faggot know? He wasn't a fuckin' clown! As much as Victor wanted to punch the guys face in, he was aware that he and Val weren't really equipped to take on a sword wielding mage. Who....had sparkly pink glowy bits on him.

".....what the fuck? Val...this is too fuckin' weird for me. I don't wanna catch his gay."

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The Mercenary looked at them unfazed by their petty insults. Miroko's Magic detached itself from his shoulder as he charged at Val trying to slice him in half. The mercenary moved his sword with speed trying to slice him into many parts. He made 5 slices horizontal, vertical, diagnols, and a stab for the last part.

Miroko looked up watching her magic fall to the ground. She began to crawl to it her body hurting greatly. She extened her arm and grabbed the ground pulling herself closer and closer. Just a little more she kept telling herself as her body was very exhausted. She finnaly made it putting her hand on the ball the magic went inside her giving her a moment of energy.

"I dont know who you are but if you beat him Ill give you 25,000 gold coins" Miroko shouted at them.

The mercenary turned around stunned from her voice, he had silened her tooken away her magic. He dropped his sword to the ground in anger as he began running towards the Mage girl. "This bitch wont stay down huh woman." he thought.

"I summon you Staff of the Ages!" Miroko screamed throwing her hand in the air as a beautifull staff appeared. The staff was golden and at the top lied a big clear crystal surounded with a golden ring tih 4 smaller crystals embeeded in it. A Red crystal, a Blue crystal, a Green crystal, and a Yellow crystal shone a beautifull light as she began to chant a spell.

"I summon their Heart Weapons!" Miroko screamed as 2 orbs of light began to form infront of Vic and Val. The Mercenary screamed at this as he tackled the girl knocking her out cold. He then stood up and looked at the two men with a blood crazed look in his eye.

"How dare this bitch summon your heart weapons her power belongs to me." The mercenary screamed kicking her in the rib.

(Please Describe you heart weapons as they are made espicially for you give them what ever you want make them a bouquet of flowers if you want to but remember their weapons. give them speacial powers or something but you heart weapon has a spirit inside their so think of something hope you like this little temporary gift.)

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While the big guy had surprising speed, Val was always one step ahead of him, taking steps back and bending at the right moment. However, the stab got him. Just the tip, but it hurt like a bitch and cut his costume and it made him bleed.  Valentine gasped and clasped the small triangle of impaled skin, staring at the big stupid mercenary. What the crap? He hissed at the wound and kept a hand over it, the white costume slowly turning pink as the blood dripped down his chest.

This was bullshit!

Val's eyes fell to the discarded sword and he moved his hand from his wound. It wasn't too deep, and it looked worse than it was, mostly because it had instantly stained the thin white fabric around his wound. Ignoring the weird woman who had been pointing but could speak, he grabbed the sword and, giving the owner of it a quick glance, bent back and used all of his upper body strength to hurl the thing past Victor, impaling it a good foot into the ground diagonally so it stuck out of the earth..

It would be stupid if the guy thought Victor was a push over. Sure they were acrobats, but they had more than that to do. Anything showy that normal people couldn't do, they generally did it, even along the lines of more deadly but rather beautiful looking moves from various martial arts. After he'd hucked the sword he gasped and pressed a hand to his chest again, it hadn't even gone in an inch. Right under his rib-cage, so it was a good thing he'd jumped back or he'd have been cleaved in two.

"Fuck that noi–" Valentine went quiet and stared at the ball of light. He'd missed her screaming or he would have made a less than lovely comment on it. The dagger that materialised in front of him had him tilt his head and stare. What the hell. The blade was red, the hilt had a red flower on it. "That's just mean. I don't even know how to use a damn knife." He grabbed it and looked at it to the mercenary.

Well, at least he could put it to use.

One hand to the wound on his chest, his hand now stained red and the white costume now a brighter pink, he leaned back his hand the threw the dagger, it was red, so it'd be easy to see. Catching on the right side would be difficult, there wasn't really any indication to which side was which. Suited Val fine. Meant the mercenary had to slice up his hand or catch the dagger in his thigh.

Glaring over at Victor, Valentine stumbled backwards and landed painfully on his bottom, wincing and moving both of his hands to the wound on his chest. It hurt, and it was still bleeding. Nothing lethal, which was good, but it still hurt like a bitch and looked as bad as one.

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"What the fuck!?" Vic snarled, moving forward, trying to get the stupid mercenary's attention off his smaller partner. Val wasn't a push over in a fight by any means, but Vic was over a foot taller and much stronger. He was the one that was supposed to deal with this stuff.

The sight of Val's costume turning bright red and his pseudo-brothers hiss of pain made Vic freeze, afraid of what it meant. When Val kept moving, the raw, icy terror gave way to a dark, violent rage. Most people have some sort of limit on how far they will go, a moral compass to keep them inline.

Victor had one, he wasn't a sociopath. But his was very, very broken. Murder, rape, torture were things he would and could do without blinking. Or even enjoy. And only children of a very young age were safe. And now some stupid, pompous faggot of a mercenary had hurt Val. Only Vic was allowed to hurt Val.

A normal person might have rushed to the side of their wounded comrade. Vic chose instead to rush the man. He had gone right through the berserker rage and into a cold, dark place that promised a very, very bad time for Rayleaf.

He hardly noticed Val toss the sword, only half paying attention to it, his focus on the man. Then the strange woman did her weird magic. And Vic paused in his charge, staring at the ball of dark light, "What...the fuck is thi-"

Then Vic had an ax. A very, very big ax. Unlike Val's weapon, Vic's was not pretty and delicate. It was massive and heavy and dull. The blade was covered in rust and dried blood. It was a weapon an Executioner might use for a beheading. It wasn't made for a real fight.

But it was really going to hurt. Pulling back his teeth is a rather strange, almost feral smile, Vic gripped the weapon in his hand, "Ya might want ta start running ya piece of shit. No one hurts Val but me."

Even with a clumsy weapon, Vic was a highly trained acrobat and martial artist. He had quick reflexes and amazing speed for someone his side. And more then enough strength for the massive ax as he swung the blade at the man, avoiding any spot that would prove to fatal. He was going to make this one last, make the bastard cry and bleed and beg.

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"What the fuck!?" Vic snarled, moving forward, trying to get the stupid mercenary's attention off his smaller partner. Val wasn't a push over in a fight by any means, but Vic was over a foot taller and much stronger. He was the one that was supposed to deal with this stuff.

The sight of Val's costume turning bright red and his pseudo-brothers hiss of pain made Vic freeze, afraid of what it meant. When Val kept moving, the raw, icy terror gave way to a dark, violent rage. Most people have some sort of limit on how far they will go, a moral compass to keep them inline.

Victor had one, he wasn't a sociopath. But his was very, very broken. Murder, rape, torture were things he would and could do without blinking. Or even enjoy. And only children of a very young age were safe. And now some stupid, pompous faggot of a mercenary had hurt Val. Only Vic was allowed to hurt Val.

A normal person might have rushed to the side of their wounded comrade. Vic chose instead to rush the man. He had gone right through the berserker rage and into a cold, dark place that promised a very, very bad time for Rayleaf.

He hardly noticed Val toss the sword, only half paying attention to it, his focus on the man. Then the strange woman did her weird magic. And Vic paused in his charge, staring at the ball of dark light, "What...the fuck is thi-"

Then Vic had an ax. A very, very big ax. Unlike Val's weapon, Vic's was not pretty and delicate. It was massive and heavy and dull. The blade was covered in rust and dried blood. It was a weapon an Executioner might use for a beheading. It wasn't made for a real fight.

But it was really going to hurt. Pulling back his teeth is a rather strange, almost feral smile, Vic gripped the weapon in his hand, "Ya might want ta start running ya piece of shit. No one hurts Val but me."

Even with a clumsy weapon, Vic was a highly trained acrobat and martial artist. He had quick reflexes and amazing speed for someone his side. And more then enough strength for the massive ax as he swung the blade at the man, avoiding any spot that would prove to fatal. He was going to make this one last, make the bastard cry and bleed and beg.

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Rayleaf bent down trying to doge the dagger only to have it lodged deep into his neck as the axe chopped him in half. He laid their dead, his eyes wide open letting his blood go into the ground. The grass began to die around the dead body as the red blood turned into a pure black liquid. Rayleaf's body instead of looking human began to whither and turn to dust. The heart weapons dissappeared as Miroko still laid knocked out cold but the fountain. 5 white doves laid on her chest looking at her, they opened there mouths as a white light began to come out of their mouths.

The birds stopped and flew into the air as Miroko stirred, she slowly stood up as everything looked hazy to her. She looked towards Val and Vic she couldn't see there faces but she could see there shapes. Her vision got clearer as she was able to make out there faces. She noticed one of them was wounded, she stood up and quickly fell right back on her kness. Her leg was sprained, so she crawled to him holding out her hand was white lights began to glow at the palm of her hand.

"You guys helped me right let me heal your wounds."