To my surprise I find Back Alley Brawler standing in the center of the plaza surrounded by eager heros like myself, some with much more experience and some in pretty goofy outfits. Brawler explains to me that my powers come from the sword, he refers to it as the Blade of Justice. It has fought evil for centuries. It has chosen me. As I prove myself to the sword it will reveil more of its powers. Before assisting the next hero Brawler tells me to see Gregor Richardson at the Modern Arcane Guild of Investigation.
I find Mr. Richardson. He seems quite happy to see me.
"Hello, Hello, Did Back Alley Brawler send you?" He asks.
"Yes, sir" I reply
"Excellent. What would we do without the Brawler and his corps of heros?"
"Uhh, I dunno" I respond
He looks at me kind of quizically."Anyway, I have a mission for you."
"Ok"
"We have reports of out of the ordinary gang activity. We fear that the Hellions are up to something. We need you to investigate. Please infiltrate there headquarters and see if you can find any clues."
"Will do Boss" I reply as I am half way out the door.
On my way to the Hellions headquarter I run into two of the thugs trying to rob an old lady.
Our conversation goes something like this.
"Excuse me guys..."
"Who the hell are you? Get out of here before you get hurt freak"
"Why don't you two twerps pick on someone your own size?"
They both look at each other before charging me like wild banshees. I survey the situation. One with a hand ax and on with a sledge hammer. I decide to take care tof the one with the sledge hammer first. With two swings my sword he falls to the ground. Ax boy slices me. This does not make me happy. Before he can do it again I cleave him a couple of times.
The old lady runs up to me and hugs me and thanks me.
"No problem mam just doing my job"
I check out my wound. Nothing to bad. Just a little war scar.
I find the hideout. It is in the Nebula district. When I open the door and step inside I am overcome with flames and smoke. Do these crazy sons a guns think a little heat is going to stop me from bringing them to justice? I let out a war cry and charge hope to get someone's attention. I do. I thug with a knife jumps out a me.
"Who brings a knife to a sword fight" I laugh.
He doesn't find me humorous. He lunges at me with his knife. Two quick swings of my sword and he is down. Next up, a group of three, one with a bat, one with an ax and one with a knife. I won't bore you with the blow by blow by sufficient to say I came out standing with minor cuts and bruses. I take a rest before forging forward. One last group. This group is brandishing automatic weapons and pistols. I get a sick feeling in my stomach. I don't think I can handle bullets. I am about to turn around and leave when a voice in my head says," You can do eattttt!"
Ah what the hell? If I am going to die I might as well die trying. I run up the the first one and fell him before anyone can start shooting. The guy with the pistol missing. I wish I could say the same about the guy with the automatic. But who misses with an automatic weapon? I feel the bullets hit me, it feels like a bunch of bee stings. To my surprise and my combatants surprise the bullets appeared to have only grazed me. I don't stand in awe for too long. I take advantage of the moment and drop the guy with the automatic weapon. The guy with the pistol starts to run away like a coward. I chase him down and apprehend him. The only thing out of the ordinary that I find is some sort of wierd statue. I grab it and return to Gregor.
