Snippet #1245911

Mark whirled around when he heard the gunshot. An, of course, he just HAD to turn around fast enough so that the blood splattered over the part of his face that wasn't armored. A millisecond later, a guy fell fell from apparently the roof. Meanwhile, the gunshot's target appeared to be a pirate, who was about to stab Mark himself in the back. Lovely. These pirates have such a wonderful honor system./ Mark thought sarcasticly. Also, the two strange guys seemed to know each other. Before long, the shadow-like one left. The other one however, had taken it upon himself to say something... Fledgling!? What the-?! NO WAY!, Mark thought, horrified at the guy's rude warning.

Mark decided to shake it it off though, and resumed knocking out pirates. Although some may call him foolhardy for not killing them, there was a reason. There was something about Hildebrand when he decides to cooperate; the blade seemed to go through flesh as easily as a hot knife through butter. And of course it wasn't the most pleasant thing to watch. On the other hand, if Hildebrand refused, which happened more often, the blade would turn blunt and wouldn't cut through anything. But most of the time he wouldn't respond and simply be a normal sword.

A group of pirates had noticed Mark's refusal to go and die, so naturally they decided to gang up. And naturally he won. After a few comments and jeers from the pirates were ignored, the fight began. Whirling around, Mark easily parried the clumsy slashes of the ruffians. Then he launched himself forward, slicing right through three of the men that stood in his path. Despite himself, Mark flinched at the easiness of Hildebrand through enemy torsos. Before long, the group was dismembered.

So much for 'fledgling'.