Kenneth Ryan's Story

Kenneth sat at an end table polishing her throwing dagger and at the same time hoping that no one had noticed her slip in. Watching the typical bar scene playing out in front of her golden eyes was amusing at first but quickily became boring when the outside brawl ended up being much shorter than she would've anticipated, standing up from her table and padding across the resturant floor until she reached the bar, where she took a seat, pulling whatever cash she had left out of her jacket pocket as she waited patiently for someone to talk to at least. Any assassins she came across would hopefully want to fight, this life of laying low was...not exactly her thing. Someone fight, shoot each other, do something! No matter how hard Kenneth tried she couldn't find a single interesting person. There was that guy...but she had pretty much enough of guys. They were all the same.

Joe drank silently and looked at everyone in the room then his target's photo. "I know your gonna be here soon." He looked up and saw Kenneth as he finished his drink and his eyes brightened. "Hey you there at the bar can we talk outside." He got up and walked outside he used to be a assassin but was now a peackeeper he gathered intel on people deemed dangerous by his allies on other worlds. "You have a tendency to freeze things that don't belong to you that's a threat to others and I can't allow that to hurt anyone." Joe walked outside holding the card with his target's info on it he had read Skye's info card and realized she was a good person but he hadn't done much but skim this target's name and recent history. Joe took a look at the card and realized the person had only damaged property on accident these cards were called moral tests since if you killed the a person on one you would become everyone's target. "Well then I guess this will be a sparring match." Joe created a door to darkness above him and a hundred swords fell out stabbing into the ground followed by a few shadows which the defense system crushed easily. Joe grabbed one and put it into his mouth then grabbed two more. Joe took a defensive looking stance that was actually made to throw power back at the opponent.

"Sparring match? More like practice," Kenneth smirked, grinning almost like the Cheshire Cat. "Well," she said mockingly in a sort of British/Italian mixed accent, "You seem to know what my abilities are, sir, so this shouldn't be too hard for you, no?" Before her opponent could make the first move she vanished, reappearing behind him, blade unsheathed. "Let's have at it then; I was getting quite bored with the Others after me so...often." Her smile faded. "I think I know you from somewhere...but- that doesn't matter!" The blade skimmed against his skin only mean as a taunting gesture. Just a second before this she pulled a black band that was around her neck down and out of sight. Out of sight...out of mind.

Joe felt the blade skim him and gave a small laugh. "I've learned to overestimate everyone a lesson you may get yourself." Joe jumped spinning he threw two of his swords down at the girl to pin her down the blades aimed at her shoes. The blades would just stab into the rubber filled tips and not even get close to her toes. Joe then landed and grabbed two more opening another hole but in the air he jumped into it and came out behind the girl his swords facing blade away from her he swung at her waist.


If the swing hits: Joe leaves the sword in her side and grabs another and swings repeating the process until he has no swords left and they are all stuck to the girl he then draws and fires at the hilt of one of the swords causing a chain reaction that makes all of the swords hit her at once. "200 blows and not a lethal one out of them I feel satisfied." Joe catches a sword that is tumbling away from the girl. "Well that was quick." He turns around.

If the swing misses: Joe jumpes back with a grin "Ok so your fast but are to smart too?" Joe disappears into a gate and appears in the sky above the girl.