Shinra didn't have much time to think, but knew he wasn't going to have much luck against 3 mages slinging spells.He grabbed Sardi's shoulder and spun him around as he ran towards the emerald knight.  The mage's emerald sword swung through the air, missing Sardi by a few inches.  Shinra's push was well timed.  Shinra dove forward as the green sword rose for another attack.'His armour, and the protection spells seem to have him well covered.  I know from my earlier attack that those weaves can stop my knife cold,' Shinra thought as he rolled up from his dive and swung his knife in an upward arc, aiming at the man's inner thigh."Clang!" 'Damn! I aimed for the gap between the jewel plates, but he shifted his stance.  This guy isn't pretending to fight with weapons.'  Shinra was surprised. Most of the mages he'd known were like the snake guy, and the ones fighting Sardi now.  'Maybe Sardi and Wintersbane aren't the

Shinra was having difficulty concentrating.  The entire run to the precinct, he wanted to initiate the upgrade to level 7 and see if he was noticeably stronger.  The fight in the alley showed him two things:  that he was much stronger and deadlier than he used to be, and it still wasn't enough because his enemies would always be mages.'Those guys were classified as mid level Assassins, so does that mean they were my seniors in a way?'He couldn't do the upgrade on the move though, since it might make him pass out.  He was worried about outlier goons ready to catch them on the way.It didn't matter though, as they reached the Sheriff's precinct in record time.  'Damn, that kid can really run… I guess I can too.'"Sardi, you run in and tell the desk Sergeant.  I'll do a sweep out here to see if we were followed.""Ok Zomb… Deputy Shinra," the young man said as he ran into the squat, ugly building.&

Emperor Tardel, the Third of his name, holy defender of Humanity, was bored.  The minutiae of running an empire was tedious when there were no calamities to solve or wars to win.  Which is why he was both dreading and looking forward to the Monster delegation's arrival."Remember when I battled the Werewolves for the plains and mountain range that now supply the Empire with most of its produce and furs?  Or when I pushed the Vampires that had infiltrated the Eastern province?  Those were glorious battles.  Unpredictable.  Monster magic is clever and powerful."  The Emperor, in his throne, seemed to fill the entire chamber.  Though he was rumoured to be one of the oldest mages alive, he looked like a man just past his prime, but still brimming with strength.  His hair had shocks of white, but was thick and long, his beard was neatly trimmed to highlight his strong jaw.  His eyes flashed with the power of unknown spells that con

Sardi ran towards Shinra, a small group of deputies and two Sheriffs close behind."Let's go, we have to secure the crime scene," Sardi said and continued to run past Shinra.'Big talk for someone on day one of the job,' he thought, but smiled a bit. The kid was full of himself, and a pompous mage, but he definitely had impressive skills…. And he did try to save Shinra. 'I need to get stronger.  I can't really on f**ing mages to protect me.  I want them to shit themselves at the mention of my name,'  that made Shinra smile wider.  He fell in at the rear of the group, happy to let Sardi and the Sheriffs take the lead.  Now that they were safe, it was better if Shinra faded into the background.  The less people focused on a Zombie killing several mage assassins, the better for him.[Do you wish to use your Skill Points? You currently have 11]'Right!'[Status][Shinra: Death Walker: Assassin Le

"Huff, huff, hunnh, haghhh," the man panted as he ran through the dark stone corridors of the labyrinth.  'Freedom my ass, I'll never find the way out of here,' the dark mage said.  His hair was long and tangled with deep streaks of grey, his clothes were worn and grey as well. He was large and fit looking though, as if he worked with his hands more than his magic.  Which made sense, considering the silver bracelets on each of his wrists, magic inhibitors.He leaned against the edge or an entryway and peered in.  The next tunnel was darker than the last, a worrying development.  'Am I getting closer or further to the exit?' Albsu wondered.  He took a steadying breath, crouched low, and dashed into the next tunnel.  This one had a trickle of liquid, hopefully water, in the centre. It made it impossible to be quiet, so he decided to run faster.  'I don't know who is following me, but I can sense them.'For a revolutionary who had b