The Art of Magic

It's not! It's a Tactical Masterpiece! (II)

The people lined up started to whine but when they saw the fierce glares from the two they immediately shut their mouths. Nick on the other hand was utterly dismissive of anything. "Look at me Nex. This is my give up face. Not even in the army have I experienced this kind of hopelessness."

Nex chuckled, ignoring Nick, as she stared at the owner Manning the Bar. "I say Old Dessir, You gotta let these kids man the Bar."

The Burly Taurian with muscles almost popping out of his Tuxedo grunted as soon as he heard her voice. "Not again..." He said as he scratched his horns. "Hey calm down, I'm here on official guild business. Besides I already had enough scouring around Ganymede for clues." She said. Dessir on the other had his frown deepen even more. "That's what I'm afraid of."

She smiled brightly as she put a card down on the table, "The Guild will cover all the expenses this time." His goat like countenance that was tense eased up a little. She leaned in closer whispering, "And also..." Dessir also got close to know what she was saying.

"I heard that the Guild was also going to cover my previous tab and previous damages." She said as she honestly stared straight into Dessir's eyes. He scoffed, "Oh sure, why don't you write an expense report as well for the damages and alcohol you consumed. Or we could settle this the easy way and PAY. ME. BACK."

Nex coughed, "Fine..." She reluctantly swiped her card. Feeling pained she tried to drown her sorrows by drowning in ale. Suddenly she felt a stare. She turned around and at the corner of the Bar sat a hooded figure too obscure to even discern it's physiology. The only thing that stood out from it's over all look was the jet black katana leaning beside it. It had a white dragon decal coiling around it's blade. It gave people a sense of dread the longer they stared.

Nex felt she was being examined by the figure as well. She sighed inwardly and thought to herself. That this hooded figure was very strong as well. She could see faint traces of Mana in the sword and in the face of the hooded figure, near it's eyes.

Nick sighed as he ordered the strongest poison Dessir had, it's going to be a long night. "Three shots! Line them up good sir!" Dessir stared at Nick with great sympathy. It must have been a horrible experience working with Nex on a job. He called in the two guards upfront and barred civvies from entering the establishment. He also sent others on their way. The only people left were either B-A rank hunters and some tough looking guys that are either staying for the show or wanted to be in it.

Nick however continued to drink occasionally rambling about the shitty job he took. After a few minutes the door was kicked open by someone. It was a shirtless mob looking guy with a pink mohawk covered in tattoos. He looked around the room and stopped at Nex. He slammed his fist on his chest, "Sum say you're like the grim reaper. I'll gladly prove 'em wrong. I'll end that legacy an me crew'll be known for cheating death itself." A deafening silence permeated the room. After a few seconds roaring laughter came from the people inside the bar. Nex slowly spun her bar stool to face the one speaking. Casually sipping on her drink with a cocky smirk.

"Hahahahahahaha!!! Not even the giant fish I caught in Neptune has bigger guts than ye laddie!" The Lanky Man with tons of Cybernetic enhancement on his body spoke laughingly. "Ye wanna take on death? yer welcome ta try!" He said.

As the two ere arguing more people entered the bar, Leaving their guns aside they smirked  tauntingly at Nex as if saying they'll beat her on a fair fight.

Although one man stood out amongst the rest, He pushed aside all the people in front of him and stood in the middle of the room.

"Your Rank is mine! I the Great Ar- -" Before he could finish what he's saying he slumped down on the floor drowning in his own blood. Everything stood still. Nobody uttered a sound. Nex slowly stood up and kicked the body over and pulled out her Knife called venom lodged on the man's head. It's razor like saws were still rotating in the blade. His brain was probably turned to paste by now.

Nex looked around and slowly licked her lips. With a wide grin she said. "What the fuck are you boys waiting for?" With a roar Dessir pressed a button which hid all the alcohol in display and jumped from the counter slamming his horns towards the nearest one and impaled him on the wall.

The gruesome fight begun. Nick however finished the bottle, bottoms up as soon as he finished someone slammed an empty bottle on his head. He turned around and punched the man on the face. "A Bar Fight!? That's your plan!?" He screamed towards Nex as he blocked an incoming attack.

"Incorrect, Nex said that it was a Strategically placed skirmish that takes advantage of the terrain in a controlled environment." Blair replied as she retracted her wrist blades from a mobs heart.

"A FUCKING BAR FIGHT!?" Nick twisted the hand of his assailant and kicked him in the chest. He immediately threw a straight towards another one that was standing near him. The man with the broken arm took out a knife attempting to stab Nick. He sighed, "Well, you had your chance." He caught the arm that thrusted the blade forward and twisted it to slowly asphyxiate him. One final tug to break his windpipe and finally his neck.

Nex looked towards him as she grabbed one rank and file weakling and slammed it's head on the metal table multiple times. She wiped the blood off her hands with the neaby tablecloth and grinned at Nick. "It's Not! It's a tactical Masterpiece!"