Heads or Balls?

"Stop right there!" Said some random man to me in a dark alley while I was drinking from my ale jug. In this small plague ridden town you could find more alleys than main streets. Seriously how much more pathetic can a town get? "Empty your pockets slowly and no one has to get hurt." Said the man in a confident tone to me while holding his Scripture open, I couldn't see the page but it wasn't hard to guess. A street thug like him? Doubt he could get any script past level 2. He appeared to be trying to rob me. Is this my fault for not making a name for myself? Some random thug will ruin my drink in some random alley? He doesn't seem to know that I, Barbatrous, am too much for him.

But my mother had always used to tell me 'look at the bright side son.' So, using her advice this situation could be seen as an opportunity to have some fun.

"Hey kid, see that ale jug? I'm gonna smash it against your balls. Fools like you shouldn't be giving birth anyways." I laughed.

"Don't resist old man, I don't wanna kill you." He shakes his Scripture as if to emphasize it.

"Kill me?" I laughed. "Maybe I should smash it on your head then huh? You'll grow a little wiser." I chugged the rest of the ale in one mouth. "Well then, what's it gonna be? Heads or Balls?" I said as I slowly approached him.

"You asked for it." He said tightening his grip on his Scripture. "Blacksmith Mastery: Welding 1" he shouted very quickly, in a battle situation you don't have the luxury of speaking slowly but you must recite the incantation before using a script, so naturally you had to say it quickly.

But as I had thought, he was just some amateur, usually professional thugs use the 'Thieves Scripture' but that's hard to fetch as it's a banned Scripture, so low level thugs like him just use Scriptures made for other occupations as weapons. Pathetic, but entertaining. Not every battle had to be a bloodbath y'know? I got tired easily, some breaks from time to time wouldn't kill me y'know?

Well either ways, the welding script threw a hammer like force towards my direction, it was a force normally reserved for welding metal so it was quite powerful, but in hands as clumsy as his, it was no trying task to dodge.

"Welding 1, Welding 1, Welding!" He kept shouting the same script again, each time shooting out a hammer-like force and each time in a very predictable direction, I didn't even have to get my own Scripture out.

After dodging quite easily through the first 4 shots I was finally close enough to be face to face with him. He looked genuinely terrified and puzzled, as if he had no idea how it got to this. I loved those looks, for stronger opponents it was more satisfying yes, but those ones are fine too. Like my mother used to say, 'you shouldn't always hold yourself to such high standards Barbatrous', it's good to enjoy the little things in life.

"So...Heads or balls?" I asked with a long grin across my face that was directly in front of his. "Oh looks like you lost your head, balls it is then!" I shouted and as I pulled my hands backwards ready to deliver the final strike.

"Eeeek." He cried and immediately covered his balls with his hands even dropping his Scripture on the ground, an amateur move, I then swung my jug down violently on his head causing him to drop unconscious to the ground after a short shriek of pain.

"You idiot, you really thought I'd go for your balls? Fools like you are too much fun not to be allowed to breed." I laughed. I was very funny, laughing at my own jokes was very commonplace for a humorous person like myself. I think in another life I would've really been a great comedian but oh well, I suppose for this one I'll have to settle for robbing people with a smile on my face.

I empty the unconscious guy's pockets then go on my way back to the base.

Our base was just outside the town, it was safer that way and easier to protect, I only occasionally went to town to stock up on food and supplies, but this time I was on a mission. Me and my gang only collect the best of Scripts, none of that blacksmith garbage, but Knight and Thieves scripts, we even have one legendary Champion script that only I, the leader, possesses. But lately we've had new muscle on the team and we don't have enough, so that's why I came here to scout out a place we plan to rob.

Only fairly low level scrips were made there, from 0 to 2, just mass consumption scripts and basic ones, but it should've been enough to train the new recruits before we gave them the good stuff.

So after I got done looting the boy I head on over to my target. Scripts could only be written by stilettos and a stiletto of a low grade can only write low level scripts, such low level stilettos were not uncommon at all so this place didn't really have much in the way of security. It was a small isolated one Storey building on a random street in a random area. There were two security details outside from I could see, it looked pretty run down, obviously it looks like it's barely making do. It shouldn't be a hard hit. But to make sure I snuck to the side of the building just as the guards stopped patrolling around to chat and snuck a glimpse through the window to survey the internal structure. There was a central area with multiple writers very carefully writing the scrips and stacking them onto multiple piles.

But in between the mess of many people all working at once I saw it. A very peculiar sight. An impossible ridiculous sight that instantly entertained me enough to forget about the whole operation.

I was a sight involving rats.