Post by Deleted on May 3, 2016 2:05:50 GMT -5
Huffing loudly as he stumbled backwards, Dynasty could only stare forward in fear as a crippling sense of shock held him down in place, bounding him to his knees. Roaring fires burned around him in the remains of what he could once call a home for himself but despite how close they neared to him, it was extremely obvious that Dynasty’s attention was focused on another thing. From the remnants of a once proud manor, an unfamiliar figure presented itself as it stood over him in silence, glaring down on Dyn. While Dynasty couldn’t recognize the shape, he knew all too well who this was. “Pathetic. Someone like you actually believed you could be the hero? The villages need strength from me. Your weak mercy won’t do us any good if our village is thrown into war, but you’re too much of a coward to look to the truth!” a cold voice barked at him, a certain bit of aggression showing in the words as time went on.
“K-Kaine. . . You won’t survive like this. What happened to them couldn’t be helped. But you and I are still here.” Dynasty pleaded as he looked up at the man he once could call his brother. He was shaking in place, but he couldn’t will most of his body to move. Slowly, he moved a hand to reach up at his friend, seeming somehow hopeful. “You’re lost, but you can come back. Please just let this hate go.”
Within a moment, the hand that had reached up was quickly severed, now laying on the ground only a few inches away from his legs. Dynasty’s eyes widened at the sight as he quickly reeled his arm back against himself, holding it close to his chest in hopes that would somehow mend his new wound. Tears began to run down his cheek, but they wouldn’t help him here. Kaine stepped forward against and moved the edge of his sword against Dynasty’s neck, pressing into it lightly as blood dripped from the tip of the blade. “A worm like yourself actually thinks he can tell me what to do? You’re fit for nothing more than being crushed under my boot. The only one of us who is lost is you! That’s why you cannot return home! You ran away like the weakling you are!” Kaine roared out in rage once more, lifting his other arm up to reveal another blade before going to bring it down towards Dynasty’s head.
With a piercing scream that ringed out into the night, Dynasty shot up from the ground, panting desperately for air as his right hand gripped his chest tightly while the left was holding his head as if trying to hold his mind itself together. How long had he been plagued by such nightmares? Dynasty couldn’t even remember at this point. They constantly tortured him in his sleep, forcing him to see his brother not as the man who Dyn once gazed upon as an equal, but instead a fearsome beast that wouldn’t know any fear or mercy. It had gotten to the point where Dynasty couldn’t even clearly remember some details of his friend, blurry interpretations replacing what was once crystal clear details in his mind. He could swear his brother’s eyes were blue, but another thought convinced him they were green and another said brown. Had his hair gone down to his shoulders or was it kept at a short and respectful length? Growling a bit in frustration, Dynasty held his head in his hand once more and tried his best to focus, but the memory of them together seemed ever so fleeting from his grasp.
“Shounds like cha had sum’mor bad dreamsh, yesh? Ya should really relaxsh with shum bottl’d courash before ya shleep.~” a familiar aged voice called from in front of him, a noticeable slur in almost all of the words present. Dynasty slowly raised his gaze to look for the source before resting his eyes upon an older figure that had told his name previously as only Bulo. It was a strange name, though somehow it seemed to fit the man fairly well as Dynasty began to learn a bit about him. While his body was frail and weakened greatly by aging, Dynasty recalled when the man told tales of being a promising martial artist at one point. Whether they were true or not was something to be debated, but the hero figured he would humor the old man by listening and pretending he believed even if the tales were a bit far fetched. One in particular told where he fought off one hundred other fighters with one hand behind his back. Either the man had been a great legend in the world of fighting or he was full of it. Sill, Dynasty found something endearing about the old man and for the last couple of nights, the geezer was present to help console the distraught fighter.
Dynasty looked down to the man’s shaking hands, spotting the can of supposed liquid courage that the man referred to wrapped tightly in a brown paper bag. Dynasty had already fell for the trick of trying it the first time he arrived in the city and he hated every moment of it. Why would anyone willingly slow their reactions in favor of acting like a fool? “I. . . Respectfully decline. Thank you though.” he finally answered with a bow of his head, letting out a light sigh before he slowly leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes once more. He could hear a shifting around and after a few moments, a presence was beside him. Though Dynasty didn’t hold any worry as it was the same as the last couple of times. A hand patted on his left shoulder a few times and he slowly reopened his eyes to look down at the old man once more.
“Doesh ya finally wantsh to talksh abou’ it?” the old man offered as he lifted the can up to his lips and took another swig of his drink. Dynasty narrowed his eyes as he looked over the old-timer for a few moments, but he didn’t make any attempt to answer his companion, instead simply averting his gaze back forward at the filthy alleyway the pair found themselves in. The elder had certainly been kind and gracious in sharing this alley he referred to as a home, but that didn’t change the fact that Dynasty wouldn’t or more so couldn’t bring himself to speak of what had plagued his mind for the lately. Though the more the thought danced around in his head, the more he felt he needed to confess what dark thoughts laid dormant in his mind. But he was a hero. His purpose was to protect those weaker than himself, not end up crying about his problems to them.
“Alright alright. Don’t gotta! Jusht ashkin’s all.” Bulo finally spoke in surrender, slumping down against the wall slowly until only his head rested back against it, most of him lazily resting in a state of bliss most would probably only get from a dip in a hot bath. It baffled Dynasty to see him so relax on this concrete floor, but somehow the geezer had made it work. “Young peoplsh today. No reshpect for eldersh! A prinsh shud hab mannersh!”
Those last words did well to catch the swordsman’s attention, causing him to look down at the elder once more in curiosity. Sure, he was nobility and all but he wasn’t exactly royalty. “I’m not a. . . Prince. I’m just a regular person like you or anyone else.” he answered carefully after some deliberation, figuring it would be best not to flaunt his stature in a place like this where nobody knew him. Chances were he’d probably get mugged for what little money he had by most of these undisciplined thugs that seemed endless in the vast city.
“Noa prinsh?!” he cackled lightly to himself as he pulled himself up to a sitting position before slapping an open hand against Dyn’s coat, just right above his left bicep, creating a confused stare from the swordsman himself as he felt awkward with it there, though made no move to actually move it. “A nishe fanshy coat like dis and ya naught a prinsh?! Liar! I betsha got shum gold buried unda yer housh back home, eh?!” he drunkenly announced before giggling stupidly to himself, falling back against the ground only a few seconds after.
“I. . . No. This is just normal clothes for where I’m from.” Dyn softly answered, wincing a bit after as he realized he just told an unnecessary lie. In truth, his clothes were basically ceremonial garbs meant to display his status proudly to those from his home, but it wasn’t exactly like he could just explain all that to an outsider so casually.
Quickly standing up and dusting himself off shortly after, Dynasty gave a sharp turn before he began to head for the exit of the alley. “You haven’t eaten today. I’ll get your meal.” he stated as he looked back at the man over his shoulder quietly before realizing he left his sword resting down on the ground. Pausing for a moment, he almost turned back before realizing it would just get more unnecessary attention. “Keep your eye on my blade.” he coldly commanded in a more authoritative tone before emerging onto the wild streets that Dyn still hadn’t came close to understanding yet. Moving down the concrete squares that people from the city had referred to as a “sidewalk”, Dyn made proud strides as he kept his head up and his posture perfect with his fists swaying only to further refine the rest of his powerful way of moving. It appeared that the idea of drawing unnecessary attention wasn’t fully grasped by Dynasty quite yet. Even while he noticed the curious glances he was getting from people at his sides as he moved quickly down his path, he didn’t seem to falter as he did his best to seem composed.
Though inside he was feeling like a complete wreck. This city was nothing like the villages he had grown up in. The air was completely polluted by the noise that filled the city, cars constantly honking at each other and people talking unnecessarily loudly for reasons that were lost on the swordsman. Were all outsiders as stupid as these people or were they some kind of strange subtype on their own? As far as Dynasty could tell, only a few of them were tolerable so there must had been another place were better outsiders came from. Perhaps he would embark out for it soon enough since he didn’t really enjoy putting up with a most of the people from this city.
Soon enough, Dyn’s quest for sustenance brought him to a rather small restaurant that always seemed to be busy for whatever reason. Looking up, Dynasty could see bright lights proudly displayed the name of the place as “Burger Town”, though it didn’t look like much of a town to him. Moving forward a bit, he reached a hand out to try pushing open the door before watching in a light amazement as they opened themselves before him. He’d seen it before and was blown completely away by it the first time he arrived here, but it never ceased to baffle him as he curiously pulled his arm before before extending it once more, seeming to control the door with his very presence in his mind. He didn’t understand the sorcery behind the doors, but that didn’t stop him from experimenting with them in awe each time he visited the town of burgers. After having tested the doors for a good thirty seconds and garnered many gazes from around him, he quickly made his way in and took his place at the back of a line of people that casted glances at him with each chance every so often, though he did his best to ignore them since they seemed unable to resist looking to him. While it could probably be remedied with a change of apparel, that wasn’t really much of an option for Dyn in the first place since his current outfit was fairly special to him. Still, he’d love to get the attention off him if he could.
After a good bit of waiting and some minor annoyance in dealing with the people running the restaurant from behind some counter, Dynasty finally emerged from the burger joint and started making his way back towards the alleyway his companion was currently waiting in. In one hand, he held a paper bag with some stains on the bottom, evidently coming from the food that they had ordered. In the other hand which Dyn held up a bit near his face was a burger, half unwrapped and heat coming off of it onto his hand. While he held the burger up, Dynasty wasn’t quite taking a bite of his meal yet, eyeing it warily. Slowly leaning forward, he hesitantly takes a bite of the burger and chews it quickly before swallowing just as quickly, though his gag reflex seems to act just as fast as he drops the burger to cover his mouth, eyes wide. How do they eat this crud?! All he could taste from the burger was the sickening taste of oversaturating it with grease, but he had seen people who would eat it every single day. Perhaps these people had changed to be used to this terrible food? Scowling a bit as he looked down at what was meant to be his meal, he figured skipping dinner tonight probably wouldn’t be the worst thing if it meant he could avoid whatever was made in that burger town place.
Walking with a slight scowl still present on his face as he made his way through the crowded sidewalks at his own pace, he could tell that there was no chance he would stay in this city any longer than he would have to. Originally he was coming here to seek some sort of wisdom or power in order to strengthen himself and his resolve, but so far this whole place had been a giant waste of time. Annoyed and flustered with this ordeal, the only reason he had chosen to stay thus far was because of the homeless man he had befriended, feeling responsible for keeping him well despite not even really knowing much about him at all. That was part of a hero’s duty and he saw to it that he did not shirk on his responsibilities, even if he was no longer in his home where they had seemed to actually matter.
“I brought your meal, but I still don’t think you should eat this trash.” Dyn called out as he turned the corner to where he previously resided, looking into the bag curiously to see if everything was still there before he heard groaning and looked up. In front of him was certainly a shocking sight to behold. Two men, one muscular and another a bit shorter than Dyn, stood there with the shaking, crumpled figure of Bulo down at their feet. The two men turning their gazes to him quickly grinned as they saw who he was. “Well, I figured we would have to beat the man senseless to get the answers outta him. After all, it isn’t every day you find some stranger holding the sword meant for. . . The hero.” the shorter of the two spoke in a rather confident tone, putting a hard emphasis on the last two words. Dynasty widened his eyes as he looked at the two before he realized their garbs were actually resembling the ones of his homeland. But these people couldn’t possibly had been sent here from there, could they?
Shooting a hand down, Dyn grabbed the air before realizing he had foolishly left his sword with the elder, not having anticipated that he would be attacked like this out of the blue. While it wasn’t his preferred method of fighting, Dynasty slowly raised his hands up with his left hand outstretched while the right was held a bit closer to himself, widening his stance a bit as he narrowed his eyes. Likewise, the other two also assumed their own respective battle stances and prepared themselves. None of them moved at first, each of them seeming to eye their opponent warily with uncertainty of what the other was capable of. But soon enough, blows had to start getting thrown. Grinning enthusiastically, the muscular man hunched over before before he got ready to lunge at Dyn. But just before he could move, a groan let out and the large thug seemed to falter with his movement. Dynasty instantly looked down before widening his eyes a bit at the sight before him, admittedly surprised as he watched as Bulo desperately tried his best to hold the man back with the upper body of his broken frame wrapped around his right leg. “K-Kid. . . R-Run!” he called out before getting into a coughing fit, not seeming very sturdy as is. The large man quickly dropped his fists as he tried to shake the elder off of him, clearly getting annoyed by the rather pathetic attempt to hold him but still managed to clearly tick him off. Lifting a heavy boot up, he seemed ready to stomp down on the frail old man.
Not willing to let some poor old man get harmed for whatever he dragged into the city, Dynasty quickly raced forward and went to send a harsh downward elbow into the large thug’s standing leg, watching him as he lost his balance before taking a punch straight to the jaw from his companion and reeling back a bit, scowling while emitting a low growl. Looking back, he quickly lifted his hands up to catch another punch coming for him in his palms, clenching the fist tightly in his right hand before pulling it out more towards him and unbalancing his foe, lifting his arm a bit before going to slam his elbow down against the man’s very own, a loud crack sounding out into the alley followed by a cry of pain. Releasing him, Dyn sent a sharp kick to the man’s chest to push him away before turning to the other foe, stepping back just in time to avoid a large uppercut before he started having to continue pacing back to avoid a flurry of strikes coming from each side wildly. Biting his lip, Dyn knew he couldn’t stay on the defensive forever. Moving back a lot, he waited for a moment before rushing forward at the large thug, seeming like he was going to crash right into him. Likewise, the thug seemed to ready a heavy punch just for Dyn, thinking that he must had lost his mind. The two seem fated to collide until Dyn made the move to slide down between the man’s legs at the last second, catching the thug by surprise as he followed it up by turning and leaping up, sending a harsh kick to the side of the man’s head to send his face straight into the brick wall beside them. Dropping to a knee as he watched his foe fall down after, Dynasty let out a long breath of relief before turning to face Bulo.
His friend was heavily abused and the bruising could have been noticeable from miles away. It almost seemed like there wasn’t a part of the old geezer that hadn’t been beaten from what Dyn could see. Leaning over, he extended an arm to the frail old man and started to heave him onto his own shoulder, figuring they’d need to get help quick or he might seriously suffer from this. “Behind. . . You.” the man muttered as he lifted a hand up, Dynasty trying his best to turn in preparation of one of the thug’s attacks. But instead all he felt was two stinging pains in his back before he heavy electricity was poured into him, causing him to scream from a mix of pain and shock as his whole body tensed up for a moment. But just as quickly as he clenched up, he started to crash into the ground with heavy breaths, struggling to remain awake as he heard a faint clicking growing near him followed by a feminine giggle. “You’re the hero, huh?” a light voice seemed to tease him as a pair of heels entered Dyn’s vision. “What a joke.~” she continued before reeling back her leg and sending a hard kick straight into Dynasty’s face, causing him to fall over the edge and black out.
This time, there was no dreams for the hero. He woke up facing forward in a seat, but as he groggily opened his eyes and looked around, he could see now that he was in some kind of urban styled room. Darkness surrounded him, but Dynasty could faintly make out silhouettes in the shadows that seemed to help him piece together what was going on around him. While he couldn’t be sure how much time had passed, he could see that it was still dark outside as he looked at the blinds for a nearby window. At least it was either that or the window itself was just blocked off, which probably wouldn’t be far off. Dyn tried to move, but something behind his back was binding his arms together despite how much he struggle. It felt cold against his arms and he let out a sigh of defeat as he realized he was bound with metal shackles that seemed to fit his wrists way too well for it to be coincidence. He looked around once more and he noticed another chair across from him on the other side of the room. Had his captors been watching him the whole time, waiting for him to awaken? And even beside that, Dyn could plainly make out the shape of his blade that he’d become so familiar with over the decades. He snarled as he tried his best to struggle from his bonds once more, but it seemed like there was no point to it. Whatever the cuffs were made of, they were holding on quite well even with his above average strength.
“Now now, that’s no way to address your friend is it?” a familiar feminine voice spoke from behind him, announcing the presence of the one who had subdued him before. Dynasty didn’t seem to understand the words at first but soon enough he widened his eyes as he stared in shock at the other chair. Could she had possibly meant. . .? He held his breath as he watched the other figure, waiting as he seemed to dread each passing second where the lights remained off. Soon enough, blinding light poured into the room and Dyn had to avert his gaze for a moment, wincing a bit before he slowly turned his gaze back before him as he seemed eager to put his worries to rest.
Though his worries sank a bit differently than he thought it would as the person in front of him was revealed instead to be Bulo. The old man definitely had seen better days, that much was for sure. His form was in terrible shape, but Dyn could still faintly see motions in the old man’s chest that showed he still was drawing breath. Biting his lip a bit, Dynasty tried to fight his restraints once more before a heavy fist smashed against the side of his head, knocking his chair and himself to the ground as the side of his head collided with a cold stone floor. “Stop irritating me!” a deep voice barked out that Dyn hadn’t heard before. Within a few seconds, the source presented itself as he moved in front of him. Glancing up, the hero could now see it was the large thug from before, now wearing a heavy amount of bandaging around his face, especially over his nose which Dyn could guess must had gotten broken.. Dynasty groaned a bit as he felt himself get shifted back upright and he hung his head over for a few seconds as he felt like this was definitely how this should be going. Did he get too confident in himself to let these people get the drop on him? “Who are you people?” Dyn finally spoke between breaths, huffing a bit as he tried to collect himself. There was something dwelling in him that he was trying to suppress as much as he could, but these people were making it a truly difficult task.
“Funny story.” a feminine voice spoke as the girl from before made her way in front of her. It was only now that Dyn could see her as she actually was. Her long black hair and her light emerald eyes seem to flow well with her dark green traditional dress that most of the women in his home wore. “We used to be from Halia like you, Mr. Hero. All of us were from different tribes at one point, but we didn’t really want to follow any hero or villain or anything like that. Well the elders didn’t like that, so they made us all leave with the intention of us probably starving to death trying to make it out in the world. We actually used to have a fourth person, but they kinda passed because they couldn’t hold on. Funny how he had to die because of some old traditions, isn’t it?” she said as she hummed and moved over behind Bulo before moving a hand over to cup under his chin as he gave a light groan in response.
Biting his lip a bit, Dyn glared as he looked between the two before he bowed his head a bit. “I understand your anger. . . But this is no way to behave. You beat an old man half to death and tried to attack me after everyone already thought I was dead. What is even the point? Just let Bulo go.” he pleaded as he closed his eyes tightly.
“Let him go? Why should we?! You guys wouldn’t just let our mistake go! You threw us out into the world and now we’re here to get what we deserve! First, I’m gonna make sure you watch when he dies. Then I’m going to take your head and bring it with me when I head back to your home and show it to everyone! After that, I’ll hunt down your opponent as well and take his head. And then we’ll just keep razing the villages until there is no more. That sounds more than fair, right?!” she told him in a twisted tone that seemed to make it out that she was enjoying herself.
Deep inside of himself, Dynasty couldn’t help but fight his rage as he tried his best to not give in to the building hate within himself. Light sparks began to fizzle on the surface of his body, but none of them were paying attention to that as the woman lowered her hand to instead grip the elder by his throat. “How were you going to save anyone if you can’t even save this old man? Pathetic. Somebody like you actually thought you could be the hero?”
Something about that last part set him off as Dynasty’s eyes shot open, fighting against his shackles even harder than before as he roared out into the room, seeming to now get both of the thug’s eyes on them. Lifting a hand, he burly man went to send a fist straight into Dyn’s face repetitively, giving a few seconds between them before noticing that the swordsman was unusually durable now despite having gone down a lot easier before. He was reeling back to send another fist into the man’s face before he suddenly stopped cold as he heard a loud single ring echo into the room. Huffing loudly, Dynasty glared up at the man before him as they both knew what was going to happen next. Trying to stay dominate here, the thug sent a fist forward aimed at the swordsman’s face only for him to catch it in his palm. But Dynasty was done playing around as he felt the anger he’d been suppressing for far too long now surface. Gripping the fist tightly, Dynasty began to squeeze harder and harder by the second without any restraint, standing up slowly while the thug gradually was forced to his knees. Without a second of hesitation, Dyn sent a harsh knee into the man’s face, the only thing holding him in place now being the fist that Dyn seemed to clutch with all his might. It would be surprising if all the bones weren’t fractured at his point. Tiring of this nuisance, Dynasty sent a hand down to grip the man by his throat before letting out a roar as lightning transferred from his arm straight into the man’s body, shaking him in place for a few moments before Dyn finally released, watching him collapse to the ground in a coughing fit as smoke rose up from the man.
Staring forward as he was practically seething with rage, Dynasty watched as the woman lifted up some kind of strange looking weapon and aimed it forward at himself. Within an instant, two pins started to fly forward at him and Dynasty quickly moved in response to grab them just where the pins met the wire. Within a second, an electric current seemed to flow out into his hand, making him roar out in pain before he focused and sent his own current back through the wires, making the device explode at it’s source. With a shriek, the woman tossed down the stun gun and backed up against the wall, staring in horror as he seemed to draw closer and closer to her. Falling to her knees and raising her hands up, she whimpered loudly. “P-Please don’t hurt me!” she began crying out repeatedly, though Dyn didn’t seem phased at all as he only sped up a bit. It was only when Dynasty was a foot away that he stopped, raising a hand up as electric currents seemed to visibly travel across his right fist. He was more than ready to end this all and never look back. He quickly sent his fist forward without any regrets.
“That’s enough kiddo. . .” a pained voice called out from beside Dyn, causing the warrior to freeze in place with his fist just a few inches away from meeting its mark. He remained in the same place, shaking a bit as he seemed to have difficulty controlling himself. Why wasn’t he just ending this wretched excuse for a human? “You’re a hero right. . .?” the voice continued. “If that’s so. . . You shouldn’t worry about this. . . We’re both. . . F-Fine. . . They’ve learned their lesson. . . Let’s go. . . Release yourself of this rage.” he seemed to plead as he listened intently to the commotion, his gaze now shifted to look at the two through a blurry gaze.
Dynasty listened closely to the words, narrowing his eyes a bit as he stared down at the foe for a few moments before he growled and continued reaching forward, just past the woman’s head to grab the handle of his sword. Slowly bringing it up, he took a second before going to slide it onto it’s holster and move over to grab the elder’s chains, shattering them between his hands. Hoisting the old man up over his shoulder, Dyn rubbed his bruised cheek before going to head towards the one door that he could see. Lifting a boot up, he slammed his foot against the door to send it flying open before glancing back over his shoulder at the woman. “He asked me to stop, that’s why you’re alive. Don’t make me regret my mercy.” he warned as he stared through the woman before going to head out into the night. Outside, the scrawny man seemed to stand watch with one of his arms in a sling, but as soon as he spotted Dynasty heading out, he quickly ducked behind a dumpster just outside the hero’s vision. Dyn let out a huff before walking out into the streets, drops starting to fall onto the concrete below him, following him as he walked. “T-Thanks. . .” Dyn quietly muttered as he walked, tears streaming down his cheeks as he began to think about what he almost did.
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“K-Kaine. . . You won’t survive like this. What happened to them couldn’t be helped. But you and I are still here.” Dynasty pleaded as he looked up at the man he once could call his brother. He was shaking in place, but he couldn’t will most of his body to move. Slowly, he moved a hand to reach up at his friend, seeming somehow hopeful. “You’re lost, but you can come back. Please just let this hate go.”
Within a moment, the hand that had reached up was quickly severed, now laying on the ground only a few inches away from his legs. Dynasty’s eyes widened at the sight as he quickly reeled his arm back against himself, holding it close to his chest in hopes that would somehow mend his new wound. Tears began to run down his cheek, but they wouldn’t help him here. Kaine stepped forward against and moved the edge of his sword against Dynasty’s neck, pressing into it lightly as blood dripped from the tip of the blade. “A worm like yourself actually thinks he can tell me what to do? You’re fit for nothing more than being crushed under my boot. The only one of us who is lost is you! That’s why you cannot return home! You ran away like the weakling you are!” Kaine roared out in rage once more, lifting his other arm up to reveal another blade before going to bring it down towards Dynasty’s head.
With a piercing scream that ringed out into the night, Dynasty shot up from the ground, panting desperately for air as his right hand gripped his chest tightly while the left was holding his head as if trying to hold his mind itself together. How long had he been plagued by such nightmares? Dynasty couldn’t even remember at this point. They constantly tortured him in his sleep, forcing him to see his brother not as the man who Dyn once gazed upon as an equal, but instead a fearsome beast that wouldn’t know any fear or mercy. It had gotten to the point where Dynasty couldn’t even clearly remember some details of his friend, blurry interpretations replacing what was once crystal clear details in his mind. He could swear his brother’s eyes were blue, but another thought convinced him they were green and another said brown. Had his hair gone down to his shoulders or was it kept at a short and respectful length? Growling a bit in frustration, Dynasty held his head in his hand once more and tried his best to focus, but the memory of them together seemed ever so fleeting from his grasp.
“Shounds like cha had sum’mor bad dreamsh, yesh? Ya should really relaxsh with shum bottl’d courash before ya shleep.~” a familiar aged voice called from in front of him, a noticeable slur in almost all of the words present. Dynasty slowly raised his gaze to look for the source before resting his eyes upon an older figure that had told his name previously as only Bulo. It was a strange name, though somehow it seemed to fit the man fairly well as Dynasty began to learn a bit about him. While his body was frail and weakened greatly by aging, Dynasty recalled when the man told tales of being a promising martial artist at one point. Whether they were true or not was something to be debated, but the hero figured he would humor the old man by listening and pretending he believed even if the tales were a bit far fetched. One in particular told where he fought off one hundred other fighters with one hand behind his back. Either the man had been a great legend in the world of fighting or he was full of it. Sill, Dynasty found something endearing about the old man and for the last couple of nights, the geezer was present to help console the distraught fighter.
Dynasty looked down to the man’s shaking hands, spotting the can of supposed liquid courage that the man referred to wrapped tightly in a brown paper bag. Dynasty had already fell for the trick of trying it the first time he arrived in the city and he hated every moment of it. Why would anyone willingly slow their reactions in favor of acting like a fool? “I. . . Respectfully decline. Thank you though.” he finally answered with a bow of his head, letting out a light sigh before he slowly leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes once more. He could hear a shifting around and after a few moments, a presence was beside him. Though Dynasty didn’t hold any worry as it was the same as the last couple of times. A hand patted on his left shoulder a few times and he slowly reopened his eyes to look down at the old man once more.
“Doesh ya finally wantsh to talksh abou’ it?” the old man offered as he lifted the can up to his lips and took another swig of his drink. Dynasty narrowed his eyes as he looked over the old-timer for a few moments, but he didn’t make any attempt to answer his companion, instead simply averting his gaze back forward at the filthy alleyway the pair found themselves in. The elder had certainly been kind and gracious in sharing this alley he referred to as a home, but that didn’t change the fact that Dynasty wouldn’t or more so couldn’t bring himself to speak of what had plagued his mind for the lately. Though the more the thought danced around in his head, the more he felt he needed to confess what dark thoughts laid dormant in his mind. But he was a hero. His purpose was to protect those weaker than himself, not end up crying about his problems to them.
“Alright alright. Don’t gotta! Jusht ashkin’s all.” Bulo finally spoke in surrender, slumping down against the wall slowly until only his head rested back against it, most of him lazily resting in a state of bliss most would probably only get from a dip in a hot bath. It baffled Dynasty to see him so relax on this concrete floor, but somehow the geezer had made it work. “Young peoplsh today. No reshpect for eldersh! A prinsh shud hab mannersh!”
Those last words did well to catch the swordsman’s attention, causing him to look down at the elder once more in curiosity. Sure, he was nobility and all but he wasn’t exactly royalty. “I’m not a. . . Prince. I’m just a regular person like you or anyone else.” he answered carefully after some deliberation, figuring it would be best not to flaunt his stature in a place like this where nobody knew him. Chances were he’d probably get mugged for what little money he had by most of these undisciplined thugs that seemed endless in the vast city.
“Noa prinsh?!” he cackled lightly to himself as he pulled himself up to a sitting position before slapping an open hand against Dyn’s coat, just right above his left bicep, creating a confused stare from the swordsman himself as he felt awkward with it there, though made no move to actually move it. “A nishe fanshy coat like dis and ya naught a prinsh?! Liar! I betsha got shum gold buried unda yer housh back home, eh?!” he drunkenly announced before giggling stupidly to himself, falling back against the ground only a few seconds after.
“I. . . No. This is just normal clothes for where I’m from.” Dyn softly answered, wincing a bit after as he realized he just told an unnecessary lie. In truth, his clothes were basically ceremonial garbs meant to display his status proudly to those from his home, but it wasn’t exactly like he could just explain all that to an outsider so casually.
Quickly standing up and dusting himself off shortly after, Dynasty gave a sharp turn before he began to head for the exit of the alley. “You haven’t eaten today. I’ll get your meal.” he stated as he looked back at the man over his shoulder quietly before realizing he left his sword resting down on the ground. Pausing for a moment, he almost turned back before realizing it would just get more unnecessary attention. “Keep your eye on my blade.” he coldly commanded in a more authoritative tone before emerging onto the wild streets that Dyn still hadn’t came close to understanding yet. Moving down the concrete squares that people from the city had referred to as a “sidewalk”, Dyn made proud strides as he kept his head up and his posture perfect with his fists swaying only to further refine the rest of his powerful way of moving. It appeared that the idea of drawing unnecessary attention wasn’t fully grasped by Dynasty quite yet. Even while he noticed the curious glances he was getting from people at his sides as he moved quickly down his path, he didn’t seem to falter as he did his best to seem composed.
Though inside he was feeling like a complete wreck. This city was nothing like the villages he had grown up in. The air was completely polluted by the noise that filled the city, cars constantly honking at each other and people talking unnecessarily loudly for reasons that were lost on the swordsman. Were all outsiders as stupid as these people or were they some kind of strange subtype on their own? As far as Dynasty could tell, only a few of them were tolerable so there must had been another place were better outsiders came from. Perhaps he would embark out for it soon enough since he didn’t really enjoy putting up with a most of the people from this city.
Soon enough, Dyn’s quest for sustenance brought him to a rather small restaurant that always seemed to be busy for whatever reason. Looking up, Dynasty could see bright lights proudly displayed the name of the place as “Burger Town”, though it didn’t look like much of a town to him. Moving forward a bit, he reached a hand out to try pushing open the door before watching in a light amazement as they opened themselves before him. He’d seen it before and was blown completely away by it the first time he arrived here, but it never ceased to baffle him as he curiously pulled his arm before before extending it once more, seeming to control the door with his very presence in his mind. He didn’t understand the sorcery behind the doors, but that didn’t stop him from experimenting with them in awe each time he visited the town of burgers. After having tested the doors for a good thirty seconds and garnered many gazes from around him, he quickly made his way in and took his place at the back of a line of people that casted glances at him with each chance every so often, though he did his best to ignore them since they seemed unable to resist looking to him. While it could probably be remedied with a change of apparel, that wasn’t really much of an option for Dyn in the first place since his current outfit was fairly special to him. Still, he’d love to get the attention off him if he could.
After a good bit of waiting and some minor annoyance in dealing with the people running the restaurant from behind some counter, Dynasty finally emerged from the burger joint and started making his way back towards the alleyway his companion was currently waiting in. In one hand, he held a paper bag with some stains on the bottom, evidently coming from the food that they had ordered. In the other hand which Dyn held up a bit near his face was a burger, half unwrapped and heat coming off of it onto his hand. While he held the burger up, Dynasty wasn’t quite taking a bite of his meal yet, eyeing it warily. Slowly leaning forward, he hesitantly takes a bite of the burger and chews it quickly before swallowing just as quickly, though his gag reflex seems to act just as fast as he drops the burger to cover his mouth, eyes wide. How do they eat this crud?! All he could taste from the burger was the sickening taste of oversaturating it with grease, but he had seen people who would eat it every single day. Perhaps these people had changed to be used to this terrible food? Scowling a bit as he looked down at what was meant to be his meal, he figured skipping dinner tonight probably wouldn’t be the worst thing if it meant he could avoid whatever was made in that burger town place.
Walking with a slight scowl still present on his face as he made his way through the crowded sidewalks at his own pace, he could tell that there was no chance he would stay in this city any longer than he would have to. Originally he was coming here to seek some sort of wisdom or power in order to strengthen himself and his resolve, but so far this whole place had been a giant waste of time. Annoyed and flustered with this ordeal, the only reason he had chosen to stay thus far was because of the homeless man he had befriended, feeling responsible for keeping him well despite not even really knowing much about him at all. That was part of a hero’s duty and he saw to it that he did not shirk on his responsibilities, even if he was no longer in his home where they had seemed to actually matter.
“I brought your meal, but I still don’t think you should eat this trash.” Dyn called out as he turned the corner to where he previously resided, looking into the bag curiously to see if everything was still there before he heard groaning and looked up. In front of him was certainly a shocking sight to behold. Two men, one muscular and another a bit shorter than Dyn, stood there with the shaking, crumpled figure of Bulo down at their feet. The two men turning their gazes to him quickly grinned as they saw who he was. “Well, I figured we would have to beat the man senseless to get the answers outta him. After all, it isn’t every day you find some stranger holding the sword meant for. . . The hero.” the shorter of the two spoke in a rather confident tone, putting a hard emphasis on the last two words. Dynasty widened his eyes as he looked at the two before he realized their garbs were actually resembling the ones of his homeland. But these people couldn’t possibly had been sent here from there, could they?
Shooting a hand down, Dyn grabbed the air before realizing he had foolishly left his sword with the elder, not having anticipated that he would be attacked like this out of the blue. While it wasn’t his preferred method of fighting, Dynasty slowly raised his hands up with his left hand outstretched while the right was held a bit closer to himself, widening his stance a bit as he narrowed his eyes. Likewise, the other two also assumed their own respective battle stances and prepared themselves. None of them moved at first, each of them seeming to eye their opponent warily with uncertainty of what the other was capable of. But soon enough, blows had to start getting thrown. Grinning enthusiastically, the muscular man hunched over before before he got ready to lunge at Dyn. But just before he could move, a groan let out and the large thug seemed to falter with his movement. Dynasty instantly looked down before widening his eyes a bit at the sight before him, admittedly surprised as he watched as Bulo desperately tried his best to hold the man back with the upper body of his broken frame wrapped around his right leg. “K-Kid. . . R-Run!” he called out before getting into a coughing fit, not seeming very sturdy as is. The large man quickly dropped his fists as he tried to shake the elder off of him, clearly getting annoyed by the rather pathetic attempt to hold him but still managed to clearly tick him off. Lifting a heavy boot up, he seemed ready to stomp down on the frail old man.
Not willing to let some poor old man get harmed for whatever he dragged into the city, Dynasty quickly raced forward and went to send a harsh downward elbow into the large thug’s standing leg, watching him as he lost his balance before taking a punch straight to the jaw from his companion and reeling back a bit, scowling while emitting a low growl. Looking back, he quickly lifted his hands up to catch another punch coming for him in his palms, clenching the fist tightly in his right hand before pulling it out more towards him and unbalancing his foe, lifting his arm a bit before going to slam his elbow down against the man’s very own, a loud crack sounding out into the alley followed by a cry of pain. Releasing him, Dyn sent a sharp kick to the man’s chest to push him away before turning to the other foe, stepping back just in time to avoid a large uppercut before he started having to continue pacing back to avoid a flurry of strikes coming from each side wildly. Biting his lip, Dyn knew he couldn’t stay on the defensive forever. Moving back a lot, he waited for a moment before rushing forward at the large thug, seeming like he was going to crash right into him. Likewise, the thug seemed to ready a heavy punch just for Dyn, thinking that he must had lost his mind. The two seem fated to collide until Dyn made the move to slide down between the man’s legs at the last second, catching the thug by surprise as he followed it up by turning and leaping up, sending a harsh kick to the side of the man’s head to send his face straight into the brick wall beside them. Dropping to a knee as he watched his foe fall down after, Dynasty let out a long breath of relief before turning to face Bulo.
His friend was heavily abused and the bruising could have been noticeable from miles away. It almost seemed like there wasn’t a part of the old geezer that hadn’t been beaten from what Dyn could see. Leaning over, he extended an arm to the frail old man and started to heave him onto his own shoulder, figuring they’d need to get help quick or he might seriously suffer from this. “Behind. . . You.” the man muttered as he lifted a hand up, Dynasty trying his best to turn in preparation of one of the thug’s attacks. But instead all he felt was two stinging pains in his back before he heavy electricity was poured into him, causing him to scream from a mix of pain and shock as his whole body tensed up for a moment. But just as quickly as he clenched up, he started to crash into the ground with heavy breaths, struggling to remain awake as he heard a faint clicking growing near him followed by a feminine giggle. “You’re the hero, huh?” a light voice seemed to tease him as a pair of heels entered Dyn’s vision. “What a joke.~” she continued before reeling back her leg and sending a hard kick straight into Dynasty’s face, causing him to fall over the edge and black out.
This time, there was no dreams for the hero. He woke up facing forward in a seat, but as he groggily opened his eyes and looked around, he could see now that he was in some kind of urban styled room. Darkness surrounded him, but Dynasty could faintly make out silhouettes in the shadows that seemed to help him piece together what was going on around him. While he couldn’t be sure how much time had passed, he could see that it was still dark outside as he looked at the blinds for a nearby window. At least it was either that or the window itself was just blocked off, which probably wouldn’t be far off. Dyn tried to move, but something behind his back was binding his arms together despite how much he struggle. It felt cold against his arms and he let out a sigh of defeat as he realized he was bound with metal shackles that seemed to fit his wrists way too well for it to be coincidence. He looked around once more and he noticed another chair across from him on the other side of the room. Had his captors been watching him the whole time, waiting for him to awaken? And even beside that, Dyn could plainly make out the shape of his blade that he’d become so familiar with over the decades. He snarled as he tried his best to struggle from his bonds once more, but it seemed like there was no point to it. Whatever the cuffs were made of, they were holding on quite well even with his above average strength.
“Now now, that’s no way to address your friend is it?” a familiar feminine voice spoke from behind him, announcing the presence of the one who had subdued him before. Dynasty didn’t seem to understand the words at first but soon enough he widened his eyes as he stared in shock at the other chair. Could she had possibly meant. . .? He held his breath as he watched the other figure, waiting as he seemed to dread each passing second where the lights remained off. Soon enough, blinding light poured into the room and Dyn had to avert his gaze for a moment, wincing a bit before he slowly turned his gaze back before him as he seemed eager to put his worries to rest.
Though his worries sank a bit differently than he thought it would as the person in front of him was revealed instead to be Bulo. The old man definitely had seen better days, that much was for sure. His form was in terrible shape, but Dyn could still faintly see motions in the old man’s chest that showed he still was drawing breath. Biting his lip a bit, Dynasty tried to fight his restraints once more before a heavy fist smashed against the side of his head, knocking his chair and himself to the ground as the side of his head collided with a cold stone floor. “Stop irritating me!” a deep voice barked out that Dyn hadn’t heard before. Within a few seconds, the source presented itself as he moved in front of him. Glancing up, the hero could now see it was the large thug from before, now wearing a heavy amount of bandaging around his face, especially over his nose which Dyn could guess must had gotten broken.. Dynasty groaned a bit as he felt himself get shifted back upright and he hung his head over for a few seconds as he felt like this was definitely how this should be going. Did he get too confident in himself to let these people get the drop on him? “Who are you people?” Dyn finally spoke between breaths, huffing a bit as he tried to collect himself. There was something dwelling in him that he was trying to suppress as much as he could, but these people were making it a truly difficult task.
“Funny story.” a feminine voice spoke as the girl from before made her way in front of her. It was only now that Dyn could see her as she actually was. Her long black hair and her light emerald eyes seem to flow well with her dark green traditional dress that most of the women in his home wore. “We used to be from Halia like you, Mr. Hero. All of us were from different tribes at one point, but we didn’t really want to follow any hero or villain or anything like that. Well the elders didn’t like that, so they made us all leave with the intention of us probably starving to death trying to make it out in the world. We actually used to have a fourth person, but they kinda passed because they couldn’t hold on. Funny how he had to die because of some old traditions, isn’t it?” she said as she hummed and moved over behind Bulo before moving a hand over to cup under his chin as he gave a light groan in response.
Biting his lip a bit, Dyn glared as he looked between the two before he bowed his head a bit. “I understand your anger. . . But this is no way to behave. You beat an old man half to death and tried to attack me after everyone already thought I was dead. What is even the point? Just let Bulo go.” he pleaded as he closed his eyes tightly.
“Let him go? Why should we?! You guys wouldn’t just let our mistake go! You threw us out into the world and now we’re here to get what we deserve! First, I’m gonna make sure you watch when he dies. Then I’m going to take your head and bring it with me when I head back to your home and show it to everyone! After that, I’ll hunt down your opponent as well and take his head. And then we’ll just keep razing the villages until there is no more. That sounds more than fair, right?!” she told him in a twisted tone that seemed to make it out that she was enjoying herself.
Deep inside of himself, Dynasty couldn’t help but fight his rage as he tried his best to not give in to the building hate within himself. Light sparks began to fizzle on the surface of his body, but none of them were paying attention to that as the woman lowered her hand to instead grip the elder by his throat. “How were you going to save anyone if you can’t even save this old man? Pathetic. Somebody like you actually thought you could be the hero?”
Something about that last part set him off as Dynasty’s eyes shot open, fighting against his shackles even harder than before as he roared out into the room, seeming to now get both of the thug’s eyes on them. Lifting a hand, he burly man went to send a fist straight into Dyn’s face repetitively, giving a few seconds between them before noticing that the swordsman was unusually durable now despite having gone down a lot easier before. He was reeling back to send another fist into the man’s face before he suddenly stopped cold as he heard a loud single ring echo into the room. Huffing loudly, Dynasty glared up at the man before him as they both knew what was going to happen next. Trying to stay dominate here, the thug sent a fist forward aimed at the swordsman’s face only for him to catch it in his palm. But Dynasty was done playing around as he felt the anger he’d been suppressing for far too long now surface. Gripping the fist tightly, Dynasty began to squeeze harder and harder by the second without any restraint, standing up slowly while the thug gradually was forced to his knees. Without a second of hesitation, Dyn sent a harsh knee into the man’s face, the only thing holding him in place now being the fist that Dyn seemed to clutch with all his might. It would be surprising if all the bones weren’t fractured at his point. Tiring of this nuisance, Dynasty sent a hand down to grip the man by his throat before letting out a roar as lightning transferred from his arm straight into the man’s body, shaking him in place for a few moments before Dyn finally released, watching him collapse to the ground in a coughing fit as smoke rose up from the man.
Staring forward as he was practically seething with rage, Dynasty watched as the woman lifted up some kind of strange looking weapon and aimed it forward at himself. Within an instant, two pins started to fly forward at him and Dynasty quickly moved in response to grab them just where the pins met the wire. Within a second, an electric current seemed to flow out into his hand, making him roar out in pain before he focused and sent his own current back through the wires, making the device explode at it’s source. With a shriek, the woman tossed down the stun gun and backed up against the wall, staring in horror as he seemed to draw closer and closer to her. Falling to her knees and raising her hands up, she whimpered loudly. “P-Please don’t hurt me!” she began crying out repeatedly, though Dyn didn’t seem phased at all as he only sped up a bit. It was only when Dynasty was a foot away that he stopped, raising a hand up as electric currents seemed to visibly travel across his right fist. He was more than ready to end this all and never look back. He quickly sent his fist forward without any regrets.
“That’s enough kiddo. . .” a pained voice called out from beside Dyn, causing the warrior to freeze in place with his fist just a few inches away from meeting its mark. He remained in the same place, shaking a bit as he seemed to have difficulty controlling himself. Why wasn’t he just ending this wretched excuse for a human? “You’re a hero right. . .?” the voice continued. “If that’s so. . . You shouldn’t worry about this. . . We’re both. . . F-Fine. . . They’ve learned their lesson. . . Let’s go. . . Release yourself of this rage.” he seemed to plead as he listened intently to the commotion, his gaze now shifted to look at the two through a blurry gaze.
Dynasty listened closely to the words, narrowing his eyes a bit as he stared down at the foe for a few moments before he growled and continued reaching forward, just past the woman’s head to grab the handle of his sword. Slowly bringing it up, he took a second before going to slide it onto it’s holster and move over to grab the elder’s chains, shattering them between his hands. Hoisting the old man up over his shoulder, Dyn rubbed his bruised cheek before going to head towards the one door that he could see. Lifting a boot up, he slammed his foot against the door to send it flying open before glancing back over his shoulder at the woman. “He asked me to stop, that’s why you’re alive. Don’t make me regret my mercy.” he warned as he stared through the woman before going to head out into the night. Outside, the scrawny man seemed to stand watch with one of his arms in a sling, but as soon as he spotted Dynasty heading out, he quickly ducked behind a dumpster just outside the hero’s vision. Dyn let out a huff before walking out into the streets, drops starting to fall onto the concrete below him, following him as he walked. “T-Thanks. . .” Dyn quietly muttered as he walked, tears streaming down his cheeks as he began to think about what he almost did.
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