Snippet #1501571

"Oh, you don't have to worry about any guards now. This will be much more of a show." Damaco was big on introductions, he loved interrupting while they think they're finished. He walked in through an open door, his mace in hand and a menacing glow all around him. His build cast a large shadow over the area, not that they would afraid of a shadow it was nice effect. He took a few steps forward bringing his mace to his shoulder and resting it. "You aren't the 'heroes' of old, you're just a bunch of kids. I'm surprised you made it this far though, but your little adventure comes to an end here."

He looked at all of the assassins, trying to deduct what they could do. "I see you know what you're doing however, being able to kill 'him,'" he pointed to the dead body, "I didn't personally know him but the king did speak highly of him. You should thank the creator of those little boom sticks you got there," he was referring to the pistols that some of them carried, "don't think they'll help you against me though." He stopped talking for a second and did a face palm. "Where are my manners, I am Damaco, Assassin of Metal. You may not have heard of me, but I will assure you... I'm not one of you. I'm what you say, a blackguard, a caitiff, a libertine, malefactor, profligate, rapscallion, reprobate. Perhaps you would more commonly refer to me as a 'villain.' I personally don't like that word, but call me whatever you like."