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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2014 22:48:18 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves The knights were ready to cause a ruckus for fame, even cut down another guy in a place of food and drink. Sure the young rogue was guilty of starting bar brawls in the past, even causing a bit of damage, but it was always paid back with either hard kitchen work or floor scrubbing. Though he did not have a sense of Knightley dignity: as he had to do many things on the street to survive: such as eating out the refuse bin or stooping to stealing pies from the windowsills of citizens, well one had to do what they had to in order to survive. These guys needed a good beating, their disregard for others angered the young boy who had, early in life, learned that you depended on others for your own survival. Going around killing and murdering them was counterproductive,. It was wrong.
The appalling display only continued as the knights stood together, drawing their blades with guildless ease. Zidane was not so kind as the Warrior of Light though who took claim to needing no weapon to defeat such arrogant swine. Though he did not say it in quite so many words, Zidane felt this was a perfect description toward them. They were swine: wild Zagnhol that had no regard for any living creature around them as they stomped and snorted through the woods, terrorizing creature smaller than they. The thief backed away as the Light Warrior and the Knights jumped into a fray. He made his way toward the exit where he dashed out.
“Aww, looks like your little urchin friend left you to dry!” Clotaire was clearly unamused by the Light Warrior’s ability to stand against armed men so easily, but he would use numbers to his advantage. “Attack him at once you fools!” The man ordered.
“Yes General!” They both stepped back and held their blades.
The one kicked to the ground now stood behind Zest, flanking him, while the other good stood with his back to the bar’s counter. The General stood before Zest, a rotten smirk filled with nefarious intentions. They were all heavily armored, easily matching the Warrior of Light in preparedness. They were also trained warriors and class A charlatans. The General smirked as he waved his blade about hungrily. All the while the man at the bar who stood in the depths of Zest’s peripheral reached behind his back for a small knife hidden in a leather sheath in his armor.
“I’ll gut you like a pig and put you on show, can’t have the citizens losing their respect for me.” He boasted. All the while aid citizens could only uneasily watch as the foreign knight put himself in danger. They knew these men and their ways. Many with disfigured faces from beatings or missing fingers from petty theft to feed their family. They were all afraid.
In the meantime the thief made his way to the back of the tavern where oft the end of the day’s food would be tossed away into the sewers where he knew many hungry would go searching for their only meal of the week. The young thief snuck in through the kitchen and made his way back into the main tavern, of which he would be crouched behind the bar’s counter. The barkeep looked to the boy, only to be shushed. Zidane grabbed a large glass of whiskey, only for the barkeep to shake his head. Zidane rolled his eyes and grabbed a less expensive wine bottle, to the owner’s relief. Zidane could hear Coltaire boasting and just begging for a beating. Zidane peered over the counter only to see the other soldier going for a hidden knife. Zidane jumped onto the bar with the same acrobatic skill he used to get away from Zest and bashed the mook’s head in with the bottle. The man crashed to the ground: his blade and hidden knife clattering to the ground.
“What the-- you brat!” He fumed at his plan being intervene upon. “Kill them both you idiots!” Coltaire charged Zest as did the other standing knight.
When the third knight pushed to his knees, roused by his leader’s anger, Zidane gave a little whistle, which forced the prone knight to look up, only to find a boot come flying to his face. He was, once again, sent to the ground, but this time throw with enough force to be hurled across the tavern and into a nearby table, destroying it.
The thief gave a cocky grin. "For such a big guy, you sure do fly far!" The cheerful boy laughed out, causing some of the less fearful citizens to chuckle and murmur.
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►TAGS: Next~! ►NOTES: Don't cry over spilled whine. ►SKILLS USED: N/A CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE; EDITED BY OUREX DRACO
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2014 0:41:41 GMT -5
These men held no true honor. The honor they believed they had was surely that of a twisted form that only fueled their selfish desires. They were all weak; no matter how skilled they truly were it was a clear fact in the eyes of Zest. They only preyed on the weak and fought in numbers, truly it was that they remained in these groups began they had to accommodate for their own weaknesses. His battle was far from over, but even so the sudden abandonment of the boy was enough to catch his attention and check to see if the General’s words were right.
He did not know the boy that well, but he did not feel any real abandonment from such an action. The boy surely must have had a good reason for doing so; this was what the warrior believed. The sheer determination he saw the boy have about revenge was more than enough to convince him of this. Even if the boy had left, it was a relief as he found it would be best to avoid dragging him along to a battle he started.
His thoughts were put aside as the guards were all gather around him, his eye glancing over his shoulder and stared at the knight he had kicked before. Turning back he stared over at Coltaire silently without a single word. He knew he was in a bad situation, but even so he had confidence that he would be able to get out of it without great trouble and accomplish his goal to the best of results. Coltaire began flaunting around his sword and babbling about empty threats. Others may have thought something about this, but Zest thought nothing of it and stared as calm as ever as he faced the man.
His hand on his sword tightened ready to dispatch of the three men, but his eyes widened for a second upon the sudden sound of glass shattering. The boy had returned and the Warrior felt there was no need for further notice to the boy. He was a skilled one and there was no concern Zest needed to hold for him. As if it was a gong signaling the start of battle, causing the three knights standing to begin to move.
The first to reach him was the knight behind him, but Zest had anticipated this. Shifting his body he took to the left and twisting his body, he spun around the knight, avoiding the knight’s attack and now stood facing behind the knight. Having his initial charge dodged so quickly, the knight began to tumble forward straight towards the incoming Coltaire and begun to struggle in order to regain their footing and return to their charge. In this sudden movement, Zest calmly closed his eyes and rose his shield forward, pointing the surface straight at the two while shifting his blade to the same hand that held the shield. With shield and sword in his left hand, his right was reeled back.
“I tire of your pitiful foolishness…”
With that said Zest immediately thrust his right palm to the back of the shield, causing a bright and shining light to burst from the shield and assault the two men. With the sheer force of the attack the two men went flying through a couple of tables and into a wall. It was a powerful blow, but the knight that had stood in front of Coltaire surely must have taken more of the blow than the general did. This was fine with Zest for he did not wish to end it so easily.
“I am far from done with you…stand” Zest demanded walking forward towards Coltaire as pointed his blade at the general.
Skill Used: Shield of Light Cooldown: 3 Posts
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2014 0:48:55 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves The Warrior of Light seemed to be handling himself pretty easily. The big guy was dangerous with a shield. It was the thief’s first time meeting someone who actually used their shield as a weapon. It was pretty silly looking, but amazingly effective. While Zest set to dealing with Coltaire the thief hopped off the bar and rolled his shoulder to limber himself up. By this time the third knight was pushing to his feet and reaching for a weapon, his own having been tossed to far for him to reach. The armored man had his back to the young thief. The boy’s boots clapped against the tavern’s sticky floors, his approach audible. The knight desperately searched for something he could take into hand, and would finally find it in the form of a partially filled ale mug. The man swung around, intent on slamming the tin cup into the boy’s face, but instead the liquid was sent flying. Having noticed the man swing his body around hard, the young boy took the initiative to lock his legs and allow himself enough space to jump back, ducking slightly from the overshot swing.
Zidane grinned and glanced up at the man, his smaller height guarding him with an advantageous position. “Wrong move.” He snarked before pushing up to kick off his feet and land a punch on the knight’s chin.
A brutal crack was heard as the boy’s gloved fist met his opponent’s chin with enough force to throw him back once again. This time he did not get up. The force of the punch was enough to knock the man out. Though small the young rogue packed a powerful punch that bordered on monstrous for someone of his build. Zidane seemed satisfied with his work and dusted off his hands before he pulled a dramatic turn in which he slid upon his heel with his hands on his belts. Hoisting them up boastfully he kicked his leg out in a half bow as a smirk painted his features. It seemed that Zest handled the two men with ease, but even with his flashy shield skills, Coltaire did not mean to quit any time soon.
“I will have you rotting in the dungeons, if it’s the last I do, and I’ll be sure to haul those Gypsy swine off to interrogate them as well.” He raised his sword to Zest. “En garde!” The man charged, thrusting his blade out as if it were a rapier.
Coltaire’s movements were quick and certainly showed off why he was a General. Zidane rushed up to Zest’s side to lend the man a hand if needed. The boy’s hands were on his scabbard, and his tail curled up slightly as he prepared for combat. The man had moves and he was strong. He would give Zest a fight, than ruin the lives of hundreds to save face.
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►TAGS: Next~! ►NOTES: Tis but a scratch! ►SKILLS USED: n/a CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE; EDITED BY OUREX DRACO
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2014 14:34:18 GMT -5
It was no surprise to Zest that the general was able to rise up to his feet with not much trouble. The knight that had accompanied Coltaire had taken the full brunt of the shield of light’s attack. Once again the disgusting knight began to sprout threats and this time not just about him, but about the gypsies as well. If this man was left alive and well then there was only trouble that would be brought up for the innocent people of this land. Should Coltaire lose then people would did no wrong would be blamed for his actions.
The tailed boy was by his side, no doubt finished with dealing with the other knights, but he did not truly need his assistance for this battle. It was only fitting that Coltaire was the first to make a move. With the general’s blade being thrust straight towards him, Zest immediately twisted his body slightly and sidestepped to the left in order to avoid the blade. Calm eyes stared on at Coltaire as he watched him preform the strike and with that he analysed the movement. This man was not just some fool that swung his blade around desperately attempting to hit something, no; this man had some form of skill. No matter how much of a piece of scum the man was, he did need skill in order to of risen up the ranks so high and obtain such a ranking.
In such a battle Zest was more than willing to make this solely a contest of blades. His shield was not needed in such a battle and it merely was put aside as he prepared his own attack. With Clotaire’s initial strike having been blocked, Zest immediately took a step back once Coltaire swung diagonally upwards. Even with the attack having been blocked, Coltaire was relentless as he continued to attack forward, thrusting his sword numerous times at Zest in an attempt to skewer the knight. Choosing not to back away once more, Zest swung his blade at Coltaire’s own and redirected each of the thrusts whilst dodging each stab by shifting his body left and right. With each strike that clashed against Zests blade, Coltaire found himself to be the one moving backwards.
Tightening the grip on his blade, Zest raised his sword and swung downwards at Coltaire, only to be blocked by the general’s blade. The two blades clashed against each other, but Zest refused to be pushed back. Placing his strength in his sword he pushed further causing Coltaire to move slightly back during the struggle until the struggle was broken and Coltaire moved back in order to avoid a horizontal slash that followed up from Zest the moment the clash broke. Immediately Zest stepped forward and swung his blade, not giving Coltaire a true chance to recover after dodging Zest’s horizontal slash. Each slash from Zest caused Coltaire to move backwards in an attempt to gain some space, but Zest would not let him gain the chance. The stoic knight continued to slash on increasing the pressure to Coltaire until finally Zest crouched slightly and reeled his sword to the side of his left side. Taking the chance, Coltaire swung his blade at Zest in an attempt to slash him, but Zest anticipated this and swung his sword horizontally, cleaving Coltaire’s blade in half and knocking down the knight to the ground from the force.
With a hard stomp, Zest placed his foot on top of Coltaire’s chest and pointed his blade downwards, the tip a mere centimeter from the throat of Coltaire. Such a man that had preyed upon the weak and killed the innocent was nothing more than a villain, a despicable man that held no hope for good due to his greed. Just as he slew Garland and the many creatures he had encountered he would have done the same without any hesitation and pierced the man’s throat, but this was not his fight. “What is it that you wish to do with this man?…” Zest said to the boy, his cold stare never leaving Coltaire as he prepared to thrust his blade forward upon a single movement from the knight.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2014 2:25:29 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
Zest took care of Coltaire with ease, leaving the thief with no means of showing off. When the man fell to the ground his minions would barely manage to stand before they looked toward the Knight who had their leader pinned down. They made quick work to scramble out of the door, people tossing things at the shamed warriors. Coltaire glared up at Zest, the Warrior of Light more powerful than he had expected. If he could, from this position, he would spit on the knight. How could a foreigner be so powerful? But he would not be slain, could not. Knowing this Coltaire grinned devilishly. What example would the Knight be if he was killed in cold blood? Well that was not what mattered. If the warrior killed him, than he would be a criminal, thus justifying his actions against the savage peoples.
With the man defeated so quickly the thief would have no need to draw his blades so clicked them safely back into their scabbard and notching them in place with the leather strap. He was pretty impressed with the two, but he was never keen on sword fighting and he was not about to start! He tossed up his hand as the Horn-helmed Knight pressed down on his defeated opponent. The boy walked around and looked down to the guy. He placed his hands on his hips as he energetically leaned on his heels. Killing him would not really teach him a lesson. Looking up to the knight he gave a grin and held up his left hand, from which hung a pair of … keys?
Zidane spun the ring of keys on his extended finger with a grin. “I would like to see that dungeon of his… I mean a bit of mud and getting rid of that armor, I think you can find him a comfy home. I do follow a troupe of actors when I’m not busy avenging widows.” He mused.
Zest looked like a knight and could take Coltaire in, given his mouth was a bit less useful, and could put on a little act when the knight was a bit roughed up and looked more like the crook he was.. But it was up to the Knight, up to Zest. What did this jerk deserve? ZIdane was just happy to see he avenged the man he had failed, even if he had to use a bit of trickery in the end.
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►TAGS: Next~! ►NOTES: Tis nothing but a scratch! ►SKILLS USED: Steal CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE; EDITED BY OUREX DRACO
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2014 0:20:41 GMT -5
The sound of footsteps rushing out of the tavern was noted by Zest, but it was nothing of surprise for the knight. The so called guards were all mere cowards and this only showed how pitiful these knights truly were. The warrior of light merely stared down at Coltaire to see just what the general would do. The man did glare at him which was predicted, but not long after that the man suddenly began to grin at him. Zest’s eyes narrowed as he stared down at the man and gripped his sword tighter, ready to act in the case that this knight dared to make some sort of attempt to escape or continue their duel.
One the tailed boy reached up to him Zest finally averted his gaze from Coltaire and glanced to his side at the almost always cheerful boy. The keys that the boy held had instantly caught his attention, but even so what the boy said next had caused Zest to look at him with a raised eyebrow. It was an odd plan, but a suitable plan even so. “I see…how fitting” Zest calmly said removing his foot from the general.
With the weight of his foot off Coltaire immediately attempted to move but Zest was quick. The warrior immediately kicked his foot in the side of Coltaire and caused the man to flop and lay on his stomach. Before he could move to stand, Zest immediately descended with great force and slammed his knee onto Coltaire’s back. At this point Coltaire was being difficult as he struggled while Zest shifted his weight onto his back, but Zest would not budge. “This will be difficult” Zest said before grasping the head of Coltaire with his palm and immediately slammed the head into the ground. He had hoped the struggling would stop, but Coltaire was a stubborn one. With no other choice, Zest repeatedly slammed the head rapidly onto the ground until the man had finally stopped struggling. It was far from enough to kill, but it surely did hold some pain.
Handcuffs were found on Coltaire and Zest used them to chain the man. Rising up he also pulled out a pouch from the man’s belongings and glanced inside it to see a huge amount of coins. “This is for the damage…” Zest simply said placing a few coins for the bartender. With his task done in the tavern, Zest grabbed the leg of Coltaire and walked over to the tailed boy, handing him the pouch that contained the rest of the coins “Shall we proceed?” Zest asked before walking off while dragging Coltaire along. The boy might of held some selfishness, but Zest believed that the boy would do good with that money.
Once outside Zest continued to drag the general along with him until he found an alley that seemed perfect. Raising the leg, Zest tossed the general into the alley and walked up to him. “This armor is unneeded correct?” Zest asked before walking up to the man and begun to remove the armor that covered the man. With that out of the way Zest merely left the man in his undergarments and left the rest for his partner in crime.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2014 3:13:32 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
He had snuck the keys off one of the guards near the guardhouse. He was probably a nervous wreck looking for these babies and would likely get a scolding were they not found. The boy was planning to free a bunch of hooligans from the dungeons as backup, but some of them, he could tell, actually belonged there. He wanted to go back and free the innocent, but he could not alone. He had decided to keep the keys and come back later. If his little revenge plan got him in over his head he could just bust out of their little mold-riddled prisons on his own. He was pretty lucky to have run into this guy rather than one of the local knights. Unlike them he seemed to have some sense of honor, even if that was probably too close to the spectrum of giving him an ear full for being a brat.
He was pretty surprised to see that the Knight was willing to follow through with his plan. Maybe this guy had so intelligence after all? The rogue watched as Zest removed Coltaire’s satchel of coins and paid off the barkeep for the damages cost before the knight, but what was surprising was that the knight gave him the remaining coin sack. Zidane watched Zest drag the foolish knight out. His mouth parted in question as he looked down to it. He did not like feeling responsible about things like this. He quickly tied the coin satchel to his belts and hurried off after Zest.
He would come upon the knight stripping the cruel general with ease. “Man you are totally too lax about this.” He teased before he crouched down and took a handful of dirt into his gloved hands. “I can’t believe you tried to steal my gil from me!” Zidane smirked widely.
The battered general sneered at him. “What are you ta--” Cracked across his face with the dirt the thief laughed.
“You look like a filthy street urchin!” Zidane smirked and took the keys he had and tied them to Coltaire’s waist with a string.
The young crook worked to move the discarded pieces of armor and lay them off behind some debris of which he cleverly covered. He took care to lay each piece so that it was as flat as possible and did not The thief hopped to his feet from his crouched position and called out into the streets. “Help! Help! Guards!” Zidane jumped about and pointed toward the alley where Zest stood with their guest.
It was not long before the guards arrived. Between him and Zest laid Coltaire. The thief began to weave an extravagant story about coming from the tavern, having been doing some part time work. This ruffian ran out of the alley and tried to mug him, at least until the brave young knight beside him stepped in. Zidane had a fine skill for telling stories. The guards were a bit suspect, but to them those in armor were to be figures of respect. The barely dressed and dirtied ruffian on the ground shouted angrily.
“I am General Coltaire de Louise! I demand you arrest these two at once!” But Coltaire was the pinnacle of cleanliness and he was always on the streets keeping watch in full, shining armor, of which the young thief disposed of in a corner.
The two guards that had found them pulled Coltaire to his feet, his wrists already bound in the metal cuffs the Warrior of Light had graciously fitted on him. The man fought, shouting and trying to pull free.
“Hey, what’s that?” Zidane slyly pointed out toward the incesst dangling coming rom behind him.
The guards turned to look only to find the missing keys tied to the man. “So we’ve found the missing keys.”
“You’ll be coming with us.” They tugged at the captain.
Zidane rushed over to the men “Hold on!” He slipped the pair two gold coins each from Coltaire’s private little stash, likely buyouts from those he coerced, now buying his incarceration. “I think this man needs a lesson in respecting fine standing authority as yourself… be sure he gets sent straight to the dungeons for a while. Let him cool his head off before he’s seen to.” The boy smirked.
The guards looked to each other before taking the bribe. “Aye sir.” The responded, much to Coltaire’s dismay.
Zidane stepped back, his arms folded behind his head. The shamed General was dragged through the streets, the calls of many of those that suffered his vile parade of power jeered and threw rotten fruits and vegetables toward him along his walk of shame.
“I’ll get you for this!! Both of you!!” Coltaire threatened.
When the man was finally dragged away Zidane looked to Zest. The boy set his hands on his hips. “It’ll be a while before he gets out. Maybe a bit of humility will help him out.” The boy rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Thanks. I was not expecting a knight to help me.” He smirked weakly before moving to the corner he had dumped Coltaire’s armor.
He carefully wrapped up the armor in the tarp he had used to hide it and hoisted it over his back so the sack could be tied around his neck. For such a small kid he was really strong. The boy gave a light salute, his grin bright and filled with trouble. He kicked off the ground and jumped onto a few, nearby barrels before leaping onto the roof. The motions were so smooth it was hard to determine if he was burdened at all. His tail worked to keep him balanced and his strong legs partially bent to keep him from tumbling backwards. When he landed on the lip of the roof he turned to face Zest. The rogue would curl his tail around an anchored piece of moulding before he leaned himself forward and grinned at the Warrior of Light. He still had the odd feeling he knew the guy. Maybe …. now he could say he did. A bright smile pinched the kid’s face
“Later…” The thief offered. “Maybe I’ll see you again, under better circumstances.” The thief grinned and pulled himself back toward the roof with the ease of a monkey. He hurried along the roof only pausing as he was almost out of sight. “I couldn’t of helped them without you…” He kept his back to the Knight. “Check up on them before you leave… they might have a different view on Knights after this.” With that he took off, the speedy little rogue.
Zidane never did keep that gold. He left it to the Gypsy family who had lost their father and husband to Cotiare’s cruelty. They were not the only that suffered though. These people that he had ate with, traveled with and slept with had all been so afraid to live, when all they wanted was to be free. Giving the gold to the family did not just mean they would do a bit better. They were a community. So what a person gained, so did the community. Zidane told them the truth: all he did, was because a knight still believed in honor. He was a man of light, who shone so bright. For the rogue this world was pretty different, very strange. But weren’t they all a little strange?
Weren’t they all looking to shine in these dark, changing worlds?
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2014 23:40:27 GMT -5
Staying silent was all too natural and it was only logical to leave the rest to the boy he had teamed up with. With everything that had gone by Zest could definitely say this boy was a cunning one and one that enemies should never underestimate. The boy was able to effectively fool the knights in order to take away their very own general for a fate that the general had condemned to the others. It was a fitting punishment to be sure, and Zest could only hope that this Coltaire would learn from his mistake, something that was unlikely.
It was all over and their mission was a success. With it over, Zest glanced downwards at the tailed boy and nodded in response to the thanks he received. . He felt there was more to say, but he just did not know what to do or how to reply. As the boy finished with collecting the discarded armor there was nothing more the two to do together. The family was avenged and they were able to walk their own separate ways. It truly felt good to have done such a deed and he wished only for the best of the family. Ready to depart and separate from the boy, Zest kept an eye on him as he begun to leap like a monkey up towards the rooftops and kept an eye on him as he spoke.
“Yes…I wish the same” Zest said. It was a simple response, but it was one that he truly meant. Though enemies through class, Zest would never let something like class or pride blind him. He only did what was right for the people, he wished for the light to shine bright and grant its warmth to everybody, just as it did with the empty being he was. His back turned to depart, he begun to walk, but after a few steps he stopped and listened to what the boy had to say. It pleased him to hear that he was of use, but what surprised the knight was what the boy concluded with. It was hard to believe that these people would be welcoming with all that the knights of this land had done, but even so he would respect the boy’s words.
He glanced over his shoulder and merely closed his eyes and sighed upon noticing the boy was now gone. The thought was late, but Zest was unable to gain the name of the boy. Regardless of this fact, it was not truly an issue for him as he truly believed names were not an issue; perhaps being nameless for some time was the cause. With that Zest silently begun his trek forward, moving towards the alley way the two had previously walked towards.
Zest was unsure about this whole ordeal, but even so he walked on until at last the very same family he had seen before was in sight. The mother along with her children stared up towards him, making the warrior believe this was a ill choice, but he was proven wrong. The woman rose to her feet and immediately embraced the knight with tearful eyes.
“Thank you, thank you so much”
The sudden embrace and emotional thanks caused the ever calm knight’s eyes to widen as he stared down at the woman embracing him. Through such hardship that she had to endure, Zest could not imagine all that she went through and pitied her. He pitied her, but even so he believed she was a strong individual to have endured such a thing. The embrace was released and Zest raised an eyebrow as the woman rushed over to a bag and rummaged through it. It was only a few seconds, but the woman returned and presented Zest with what looked like a beautifully woven satchel.
“No, I cannot” Zest responded not wishing to take from the poor, but even so the woman insisted and pushed the satchel towards him, refusing to take it back. For others such a thing like a satchel was insignificant, but Zest could see all the work that had been placed in creating such an item. “Thank you, I will treasure this…” Zest said closing his eyes as a rare smile arose on the face of Zest. He bid the family farewell and head off, placing the satchel someplace safe in his belongings. He knew not where he was going, but he knew he had to hunt down the darkness that attacked the people. He would continue to fight so that the people could bathe in the radiance of the light.
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