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"Demons Kiss" After a long week of walking, Pesmerga had finally reached the bustling city of South Window, capital of the South Window division of the City-State. If he had cared about his fatigue..or had the time..he would have stopped by the inn for a rest, but , like some demonic bloodhound on the scent of a killer, he was after Yuber and he would not rest untill he found him. He would have more than his fair share of rest upon Yuber's demise..something he yearned for with all he had. In fact, rage and bitterness were the only things he allowed into his life,he only had one purpose...find Yuber..kill him..and die. If he could do that his existence would have meaning. Having enough of this depressing train of thought...Pesmerga walked into the bustling city to buy new provisions for his journey and maybe even pick up a lead or two on Yuber..after all..even vengeful dark knights had to eat right? Pesmerga walked out of the item shop near the entrance to South Window City. Having just bought some food and a few medicines and antitoxins..he was ready to pick up some new leads on his elusive quarry. He strolled down the streets of South Window..occasionally asking the odd villager or two about a blonde man in full black knight's armor, to no avail. As he turned to leave the city, he heard a cry for help. Curious, Pesmerga turned and looked in the direction of the cry. "No! " screamed a young girl," Leave me alone! Just go away please!". The girl's pretty, youthful face was plasterd with absolute fear as a small gang of about four young men gatherd around her, sneering. It was painfully obvious what the boys were after, even to Pesmerga. "Now now baby," chided the first youth. .,obviously the leader of the group..or perhaps just the toughest,"you know we can't let you go..now see.. we've been REAL patient..but your little brother hasn't paid us back for the money he borrowed..now..either he pays us the twenty-five thousand potch he owes us, or maybe we just take your home?". The rest of the youths snickerd and looked around, obviously keeping watch while the 'ringleader' strongarmed the young girl. Pesmerga could feel something pricking him from deep down inside..something..oddly....familiar. No..he was dead to emotion..he knew only pain...only rage... he had vowed to never 'feel' again...he would simply let the young men handle the affair themselves..why should he care what happens to the young lady? But the more he reasoned with himself..the stronger the pricking..chilling his soul to the very core..NO! He could not! Even if he was dead to emotion..he would not turn away..or he would be as bad as the man he was after! The youth had the girl pinned to the wall..and was obviously getting ready to do his dirty work quickly.The girl's face was wracked with a mix of tears,sobbing, and complete, utter terror. "Please..please..i'm sorry..", she was fighting to even get the words out, " you'll be paid..I...I..promise! Just let me go please!" One of the youths was tired o her whining and raised his hand and brought it down toward her face. A sharp cry of pain filled the air and a large, black gauntleted hand reached out and caught the youths arm, only inches from the girls face. Pesmerga tightend his grip and promptly flung the youth across the street and into a fruit vendors cart. The youths and the girl stared wide-eyed at the downed boy."Now.." Pesmerga began, " I suggest you leave this girl alone before I slay you all right here...Do you understand me?" Obviously they didn't, as one of the youth's..the 'ringleader' grabbed a nearby pitchfork and charged Pesmerga, screaming and flailing it about madly. Pesmerga simply sneered at the misguided youth, stepped aside, quickly un-sheathed his sword 'King Crimson' and sliced the handle of the pitchfork cleanly in half. The wide-eyed youth frozen in terror, then ran away screaming with his gang of friends in tow. Pesmerga sheathed his blade and turned to the girl, who looked at him with scared, yet greatful eyes. "Th...thank you..mister.." she managed to stutter out, and Pesmerga realized he probably scared her out of her wits. " It was nothing much young lady," he said," now..could you tell me if you've seen a man in black armor like mine, but with long blonde hair, recently?" The girl's eyes went wide for a moment, then she smiled at her 'Knightly Savior' and nodded. " He came to town four days ago, i beleive he went to muse..muttering something about Highland." Pesmerga cracked a small smile,he had Yuber now.. He thanked the young lady and set off for Muse...and his appointment with destiny. Like kissing a demon.. he would face quite a challenge when he found Yuber.. but he would overcome it..he HAD to, and he was ready for anything his former friend could throw at him. With that he left the town and entered the grassy knolls of South Window once again. The young lady turned to leave but stumbled on something on the ground. As she bent to pick it up..she gasped and ran to her house clutching it tightly. It was a pouch containing twenty-five thousand potch.
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