The night Scott witnessed an Immortal Battle
The first sound of metal-on-metal had brought Scott running. He was fast, and it was only a matter of moments before he’d crossed the distance and was pulling a key to unlock the door. It was likely whoever was inside had used another door, but if he could get the element of surprise from a different direction, which would also take less time to get through, all the better. He slid the door open silently and ducked behind crates as light flashed inside the warehouse, synchronized to the sound of clashing metal. It sounded like swords, something he wasn’t used to, but he’d heard it in training enough times to recognize it. Gun drawn, he turned the corner in time to see two men battling it out with what looked like old, weathered broadswords. One went down, and before Scott had time to react, the victor had sliced the head off of his adversary.
He’d seen worse in his time as a Ranger, but here, in Seacouver, it was one of the last things he’d been expecting. He started toward the killer, when a wild wind picked up and the hair on his arms stood on end. It felt like he was standing in an open field in a storm when suddenly, lightning arced from the body to the man over it. It flashed all throughout the warehouse, lights flickered and popped. Scott backed off, not wanting to be hit when his gun suddenly became charged and hot to the touch with whatever energy there was in the area and he dropped it, rolling to safety as it was destroyed. After a few moments, the charge in the air died down and he peered around his barrier, to see the killer stumbling away from the body.
“Hey! Stop!” So the man had a sword, and he only had a combat knife, but that quickly changed when he picked up the sword from the body and chased after the escaping murderer. Whoever they were, they seemed weak, but not weak enough to completely disappear as Scott followed them out the door. He kept to the shadow, hoping perhaps they might reveal their location, but it seemed as if they had simply disappeared. He still had a body to report though, and he went back into the warehouse, senses alert. Something else was off, and he discovered what it was when he reached the spot where only moments before, there had been a decapitated body with its accompanying head.
“The hell?” There wasn’t even blood on the floor to corroborate his story, all he had was an old sword, and a gun that looked like it’d been thrown into a transformer. Without more proof, there was nothing to report. He stared at the sword hilt and shook his head. He picked up his ruined gun, holstering it. His shift was almost up, and the best thing he could do after a thorough sweep of the warehouse was get some rest, and start working on figuring out the mystery of the dueling swordsmen later in the day.
He’d seen worse in his time as a Ranger, but here, in Seacouver, it was one of the last things he’d been expecting. He started toward the killer, when a wild wind picked up and the hair on his arms stood on end. It felt like he was standing in an open field in a storm when suddenly, lightning arced from the body to the man over it. It flashed all throughout the warehouse, lights flickered and popped. Scott backed off, not wanting to be hit when his gun suddenly became charged and hot to the touch with whatever energy there was in the area and he dropped it, rolling to safety as it was destroyed. After a few moments, the charge in the air died down and he peered around his barrier, to see the killer stumbling away from the body.
“Hey! Stop!” So the man had a sword, and he only had a combat knife, but that quickly changed when he picked up the sword from the body and chased after the escaping murderer. Whoever they were, they seemed weak, but not weak enough to completely disappear as Scott followed them out the door. He kept to the shadow, hoping perhaps they might reveal their location, but it seemed as if they had simply disappeared. He still had a body to report though, and he went back into the warehouse, senses alert. Something else was off, and he discovered what it was when he reached the spot where only moments before, there had been a decapitated body with its accompanying head.
“The hell?” There wasn’t even blood on the floor to corroborate his story, all he had was an old sword, and a gun that looked like it’d been thrown into a transformer. Without more proof, there was nothing to report. He stared at the sword hilt and shook his head. He picked up his ruined gun, holstering it. His shift was almost up, and the best thing he could do after a thorough sweep of the warehouse was get some rest, and start working on figuring out the mystery of the dueling swordsmen later in the day.