Chapter 1. Prelude to the brawl
It was a quiet morning in the town of Tyneside, even the towns bars were silent as today was the first day of the harvest festival. Folks would traverse down to the capital with baskets of fruits and vegetables to offer to the god that looked over England's harvests, and because of this the towns normally raucous streets were as silent as a funeral, the pubs as barren as the deserts all except one. The Bridge was a small bar situated near the city centre that was still full of loud mouth drunks and their sober companions awaiting to take their pissed comrades home. At the bar sat a man with long white hair with specks of black through out it, a green jumper that had many patches of leather stitched onto its fabric, black pants of which a sabre hung from the holster that was stitched into the fabric of his pocket. He sat sipping a neat whiskey, shooting daggers at the bartender who was cleaning cups at the sink with his back turned to the peculiar man. Hung on the wall of the pub just next to the barman was a board with wanted posters, which to this day was a common occurrence in every bar in the country. On it were the same people that were always there, the three most wanted criminals in all of England. The squire, AL and Huntress, Orisuki both wanted either dead or alive for a staggering price of £100,000,000 each but in the centre of the board was the worlds most wanted criminal. Devil of this world, Orpheus Foxmun wanted only dead for an insane £1,000,000,000.
The man at the bar spoke after wiping his long wispy beard down from the whiskey he was sipping.
"How much I owe you for the drink?" He spoke in a cold tone almost seeming like he was trying force a reaction from the barman, which he wouldn't get as the barman didn't even turn to look at him. As he opened his mouth to demand a price for his drink once more, he was interrupted by the doors swinging open followed by the thud of two drunks flopping to the floor after the door hit them head on. Stood in the doorway was a blonde woman looking to be around 17 in age. She had a musket in her hand though she held it more like a club as she marched in bouncing it in her hands, she wore a black tank top and black trousers with a black headband keeping her long blonde hair from getting in her face.
She had come to a stop before scanning the entire venue of silent drunks, scared companions and people who were too drunk to be scared. She spoke in a thick German accent laced with anger and fury indicating she wasn't fucking around. "ARE ANY OF YOU DISGUSTING SCUM A DOCTOR!?"
A man raised from the crowd and spoke shakily. "I am a doctor ma'am, h-how can i hel-lp?"
The woman walked over and dragged the shaking doctor to the open floor and gave him a desperate look before speaking less angrily. "My father has a condition called Overkillius. Do you have any knowledge of how to cure it?"
The doctor spoke calmly. "I'm sorry miss but no such disease exists maybe you are thin-"
As the doctor was about to finish his sentence he was interrupted by the woman battering him on the top of the head with the but of her musket, which was followed by a heavy smack from the body of the weapon hitting so hard that it sent him flying out the door into the streets. She angrily walked out after him stomping like a violent predator on its way to intimidate its prey. Though as she walked out of the bar her menacing stride was broken with a loud thud.
Chapter 2. Njax
A student was running as fast as his little legs would take him. Bolting around the empty labyrinth that was the streets of Tyneside in an attempt to make it to his school. It was his first day and he was late by around three hours though because of the ongoing harvest festival his school was closed. Without that knowledge he ran and ran till eventually he was stopped by crashing into the doctors attacker sending the two to the ground. As he got up he noticed his ID had fell directly into the palms of the woman. He sat up adjusting his uniform batting the dust off his thick purple jumper before looking over at the woman.
"Njax? What kind of fake ass name is that. You miss spell it or something vermin..." The woman angrily said as she got off the ground at a similar pace to Njax.
"Nah that's my real name. It was my fathers last gift to me before he passed so I aint gonna let you disrespect it" Njax spoke bitterly as he held out his hand. A dagger appeared in it materialising out of thin air.
"A weapon huh. How cute." The woman said as she towered over Njax. "What you gonna do with that puny blade? Tenderise me? How about I show you a real blade." She mocked as she gripped the barrel of her musket pulling on it to reveal she wasn't wielding a gun but a sword. Its blade concealed in its barrel and design with the trigger serving as a way to lock the blade in its sheath.
"Since I know your name you should know mine so you can address me properly while you cry yourself to sleep from the beating your about to receive. My name is Gislea Edo and ill be the one to cure my fathers disease." Gislea uttered confidently. "Id let you go but I need to let off some steam you see."
In a burst of speed Gislea sprang forward and clashed their blades together with a fierce amount of strength. It was a miracle Njax was still on his feet as he jumped back from the clash seeing the animalistic rage in Gisela's eyes. All the same he charged at her ready to make her pay for her disrespect to his great father. With one last clash of steel the battle begun starting the first brawl of the day.
"A Good old fashioned brawl eh?" Spoke a voice from the bar. There were only two folks in their now since the others had fled to watch the brawl between the two teens. They passed a pint glass around and stuffed it full of notes and coins as they bet who would win.
"The simpletons make me wish to vomit. They fight like animals for no reason other then a petty squabble wasting the life the Gods wasted upon them. Though that's just how mortals are. It'd be funny to see them realise that they're just sheep to those gods they follow" The voice droned on for around 20 more minutes before the man at the bar got up sensing the brawl was reaching its end. His long hair covered his back as he walked out of the bar.
Before he could fully exit the door the voice spoke again. "Walk away from the truth. but you know you mortals are nothing but cattle to be shifted around by their divine overlords. Don't you Squire AL?"
Chapter 3. A good old fashioned Tyneside brawl
Steel clashed as the teens went back and forwards trading blows like trained professionals. Njax's skilful parries kept Gislea's perfect strikes away. It was his only way to survive with sheer size and strength gap between the two. Njax knew something though he was no match for Gislea she was beating him without using energy at all.
The truth of this world is that those who rebel against the cruelty of their worlds are granted weapons tied to their soul. These weapons manifested from the vast energy a human soul emitted and used said energy to empower the user in the form of techniques. Every person who took up arms possesses an innate technique, though they can learn others through training. It was Njaxs innate technique "Perfect parry" that kept him in this fight. Perfect parry worked by making Njax completely colourblind while fighting but in return a golden glow would appear at exactly the point he would need to hit to parry. This won him many a fight in the past but Gislea was too fast for Njax to even get a quick stab in since shed already be bringing her blade down for another slash by the time he got into stabbing form.
However on Gislea's end she wasn't using a bit of energy nor was her weapon manifested with it since it didn't match Gislea's energy at all. She was only using her physical strength to overpower Njax making the smaller man think what would happen if she actually used energy and possibly could be the technique this monster would be blessed with.
However Njax wondered to much as Gislea was about to land a powerful blow. Her blade stayed grey like the rest of the world signalling that it wasn't possible to parry this move. The slash cut down Njaxs shoulder leaving a long slash down his chest ripping his uniform open making him fall to the ground but he wasn't the only one on the ground as Gislea was on the ground with similar injury weirdly enough. Her sword had cut her too and as Njax passed out he remembered it Gislea was falling as she did the slash. Someone had tripped her up.
Chapter 4. AL the fool
With his identity exposed he sought no reason to hide himself. AL placed his hand on his holstered sabre's handle whispering its name as he walked through the stunned crowd who recognised the old man now standing like an able bodied youth as he marched out into the streets. The fight was still going on at this point and in a moment of blindness ALs foot collided with the discarded sheath of Gislea's sword. ALs strength was enough to send it tumbling down the street from the light tap before landing under Gislea's foot making her trip and fall slashing Njax but also loosing her grip on her sword making it leave a large cut across her stomach though her tank top saved her from massive damage as did Njax's uniform for him.
AL grimaced at what his negligence had brought forth and walked over to the two putting them on his shoulder carrying them down to the nearest hospital. He walked with ashamed steps knowing this wasn't the first time his negligence got someone hurt alas he sucked it up and carried the two to get help.
He went through street after street not looking up at the street signs indicating which way the nearest hospital was, though those signs weren't put up for ALs predicament more likely for the massive alcoholism issue Tyneside had currently. Eventually with a lot of trial and error (plus the noting that the two would be dead by this point if their injuries were fatal) AL arrived at the local hospital.
He brought the two in without thinking twice bringing them to the counter and getting them seen my a doctor though they'd be back five minutes later bandaged up enough to stop the bleeding.
AL looked at them then back to the woman at the counter before speaking confusedly. "Why the hell are they back so quick! Surely scans take longer then that!?"
The woman at the counter simply spoke. "You are lucky we bandaged them up. Under our holy lordship Asclepius we should have kicked your criminal asses out onto the filthy streets where belong!"
AL stood frozen for a moment taking her words in. If coming to a conclusion had a sound, AL would be producing the sound of slow, angry sounding, rusty gears slowly spinning to life. It was after the woman at the counter was about to dial the authorities when AL finally realised it. He had made Gislea and Njax an innocent and not so innocent pair of teens into wanted criminals by association to him. With that realisation AL sprinted grabbing the two off the hospital beds they were wheeled out on, then bolted into the streets suddenly gaining a sense of direction and getting the two to his carriage to get them both out of Tyneside knowing if he could get back to his base of operations he could make sure these two were like Cooper. Safe and under the protection of the strongest force ever to be born.
NOTES (Will delete in the official release)
Cooper is a character that will show up later
AL is an abbreviation hence the all caps name.