RP:Head of the pack

Blut walked along the costal street of Cenril simply whistling a merry tune to the sunny day and the pleasant wind that flew past his head. Blut wore his assassin’s robes but he had his hood down wearing an illusionary face instead. Civilians started retreating into homes or leaving the street once they saw three members wearing identical black cloaks started walking towards Blut. Civilians knew the rules anyone on the streets were fair game for the gangs the roam the streets. Two approached Blut from the front whilst one approached from behind. One of the front gang members put their knives to Bluts neck as he laughs “oh man you must be new here haven’t you heard this is our turf” the man gives a signal to his partner as she starts to frisk Blut finding his shrunken as she backed away drawing her weapon. “Kill him he’s dangerous.” She yelled as the man started to draw his knife slicing Bluts neck in half a gashing wound appeared. The man started laughing as he ordered his group to rob the corpse.

The pair looked at the man in disbelief as he was ordering the pair to rob Blut his wrist cut open trapped in an illusion where he believes he won. Blut smiled as the woman charged Blut drawing two scimitars as she swung them in a synchronised movement forcing Blut to fall back and block with his daggers. The third man rushed over to his trapped college as he applied first aid to the bleeding man and trying to snap him out of the illusion. Blut danced and weaved amongst the rapid slashes and parries of the woman catching her out when she tried to cross slash him. Blut clashed with the woman as he performed his own cross slash as he over powered her forcing her arms into the air as she exposed her stomach allowing Blut to give a vicious kick to her stomach. The third man knelt to the side of the man as he emanated green energy onto the man as he looked down at the woman. “Look we’re just doing our job please don’t kill us I have a family man I’m only doing this cause there’s not a decent working job in this city” the man begged tears filled his eyes clear he was new to this life in Cenril. Blut looked down at the man as he simply looked down in disappointment at the man “alright then tell me the location of your next meeting and I’ll let you live.” Blut offered.

The man revealed the location of the next gang meeting Blut kicked him in the head knocking him unconscious before doing the same to the other two. The trio awaken to see Blut gone they continued their jobs and when night fell they headed to the next meeting as the gang members gathered together. As they count their total earnings for the day. “Yo Mishel why hasn’t your squad gathered enough bank for the day you been slacking.” Before the woman could even speak Blut steps out of the shadows the members of their gang drawing their weapons. That reason would be me Blut announced not wearing a face just his steel mask as he stepped into the centre. “I heard that you guys lost your boss a while back so now you just do the odd job now again keeping the name to stay safe.”

The gang members trained their weapon on him “and what you think you’ve got what it’s got to call the shots you’re not even a member of the gang why should we even let you join let alone be our boss.” The members roared in agreement but fell silent when Blut produced a book from his cloak. “Haut Mond’s guest book detailing every client that attended their last slave match which could cost the gang thousands should the nobles be reported.” Blut explained as some members lowered their weapons but some remain unconvinced. Blut threw the main spokesman a ring that belonged to a leader of Haut Mond the spokesmens eyes widened as he stumbled back dropping the ring and falling on the ground. “Guys he’s not like us he’s the real deal he’s an actual assassin.” The crowd hushed as they all looked towards Blut fear and respect filled their eyes as the spokesmen got up. “what can you do for us? We’re only a small gang” he explained but Blut stepped forward and put his hand on his shoulder in reassurance. “Trust me see this through with me and I promise you more power than this city can possibly hold.” Blut promised as the gang accepted him as their new leader presenting him with a regal looking dagger a symbol of the pack leader.