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[demmadred]

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Name: Weeding out the Weak
Rank: C
IIC Length: 1 day
Difficulty: Easy to Medium
Description: There is rumours to be bandits meeting up outside of Yozamu. Please take care of them. They are becoming an annoyance and need to be shown their place. Receive any info they may possibly have, trade routes, other bandit locations. It's your choice wheter you beat them, kill them, or bring them as a prisoner. Each way has their benefit.
Reward: 2,000 Ryo

Demandred slowly made his way over to the rally point, these bandits were organizing here many times throughout all the week and according to his information this was where they always were. Thanks to a couple tips he had asked around, these bandits had been causing trouble for the local towns and the capital. Drunkenness and public cruelty is what he would say the most were, these guys were trouble, he didn't know what there problem was. Demandred didn't care, these guys were the scum of the earth, picking on the weaker to have there laughs, so they could get more power. All these men deserved to die, every single one of them.

Demandred wasn't surprised to hear his own thoughts, When there was no fear in his heart the only thing that was there was hate and anger, retribution. Accomplishing this was the only thing that was on his mind. He remembered when he talked to Ace, he asked what if he became like them? Demandred knew he wouldn't become like them, that was a killers option, a killer who needed to die. Those who killed for the sake of killing, who did evil crimes. Could it be said that it was a little insane to say what was evil? Yes. But he didn't care, he knew what was right, and what was wrong, thats all there was too it.

Demandred ducked down behind the small brush, voices could be heard now, in the dead of night, small traces of echoes left behind there source. He waited and listened, footsteps were all around him, small patrols. His heavy cloak he left behind, his mask and toque he had on, his bow and arrows on his back. Every human being was capable of horrible things, everyone was, and he didn't know if he was capable......maybe......he had to learn?? Demandred rolled left as he rested himself in the shadow of the tree, a man walked by. These guys were packing small arms and some swords, no range...lucky for him he was all range at this point in time.

Demandred scouted the area infront of him, a small campfire was seen off about a hundred yards from his position. As he surveyed the grounds he found a high point, a tree, good footing, strong branches. Demandred watched there patrol lines.....memorizing everything they did before he made his move. The tree branch should put them just in his range, he really needed to extend his range more, he would work on that soon, but now wasn't the time. As soon as the guard made his rounds and turned his back, Demandred gaver over to the tree he wanted to get too, sprinting as fast as he could and then climbing the tree with the tenacity of a monkey, waiting for no sound in case he was discovered. Nothing. Only silence.

“Good” he said under his breath. Demandred lowered his head in a crouching position, listening in on what these men were saying....

“That last elderly couple sure had some money on them” the first one laughed, “But I think it was there daughter that I would have liked to pay”

“Then you shouldn't have killed them so quickly, idiot” the second man yelled at him.

“My blade thirsts, its not my fault they tried to run” he retorted. Demandreds hands clenched into fists, his bow was out and an arrow knocked, he couldn't remember making the motions, but there he was, aiming down the sights straight at the first man.

“He wanted us to kill them anyway.....It was going to happen either way” Demandreds hand froze, the arrow pulled back to his cheek. Paid? Isn't that what he was doing? The rogues? They had to be paid.....Is that what death was worth? His mission stated to kill them if need be, was that the price of a mans life? 2000 ryo? No, he was different, these men deserved to die, they were killers. But what information were they given that made them kill, maybe the ones that they killed were evil people as well. There was truth to what he was thinking. But Demandred knew in his head that these men deserved to die. His hands shook, his aim was steady and perfect, he had the shot....Just let go, he thought to himself.

All he had to do was loose the arrow, and he would get rid of one less evil in this world.... “Come on, whats wrong Demandred” he whispered to himself. Demandred had never killed someone before, was he ready to take life? His uncles words echoes in his head....'We all have blood on our hands Demandred. You, you have the blood of your family stained all over your body, forced upon you to remember for ever. Atleast you can choose what blood goes on your hands'

“Are men are getting ready for a big score” the first man said, “We have a private buyer for all those weapons we stole” he finished. The next man laughed in agreement.

“We have marked hideouts and cashes all over this region” he added in, “Hey boss, you don't think they'll find'em do yeah?” the second man asked.

“Of course not you fool” there boss stated, “As long as they don't have this” he held up a rolled up piece of paper. The arrow loosed on its on, on instinct, it flew true taking the paper out of his hand and pinning it to a tree. The boss turned to see where the shot had been fired. 'Demandred.....' his uncles words spoke to him, 'once you start, there is no going back. Remember that.' his uncle echoed. “I know uncle Ira” he said to himself, “And I understand now” he finished as a tear rolled down his face. The second arrow, loosed from his fingers piercing the bosses heart. He fell back lifeless, hitting the ground with a solid thud. The third loosed as from his fingers and took the second man in the throat, he clutched the new whole that was in his throat and a gurgled as blood spewed out of his mouth.

The first man moved more quickly, throwing knives from his belt around his waist. Demandred leapt out of the tree, hitting the ground and going into a roll, his bow securely with him, making sure it would not break. The man ran forward with sword in hand, he lashed out wildly with his blade, catching him across the shoulder and chest, blood stained his clothing now. To finish Demandred off he tried to stabbed with through the middle before he could get up from the ground, Demandred quickly moved to the right, the blade stabbing the dirt where he had been. Moving back he pinned the blade between him and the man, taking an arrow out of his his shoulder quiver, he stabbed it into the mans left foot.

Screaming out in pain, Demandred kicked him square in the chest, sending him reeling back off of him. Demandred knocked an arrow in his bow, sitting up quickly he fired without aiming. Demandred sat there now, in the silence of the night, breathing through his mouth, his heart beating so hard he could hear it in his ears blocking out all sound. The final man lay lifeless, an arrow through his eye, brain dead. Demandred got to his feet slowly, walking over to the paper first and collecting it, then pulling out all his arrows from the dead men. “No going back now” he said to himself as another tear rolled down his face.



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