2 Taking out the trash.
"You're a feisty one aren't you?" Says the younger thug shuffling along.
Wren ignores him calming himself and throwing a bunch of iron balls that fly through the air towards the thugs.
They hit two of the thugs' skin and an invisible barrier bouncing off without a sound and at varying speeds make quiet *clink* noises as they hit the concrete ground.
"This method works like a charm, especially on trash like this" Wren mumbles recounting the barriers' different reactions he saw.
"Lvl 2 KI" Wren looks at the younger thug who is holding his hands up in grabbing motions.
"Lvl 2 PSY" Wren looks at the rat-face thug getting ready with psychic powers.
"Lvl 3 KI" He looks at the old thug posturing with his hands behind his back.
"Whilst they are still trash I'll have to put in some effort" Wren mumbles creating a low-risk but cruel plan that he can execute with what little stamina he has.
Wren launches his lithe body towards the highest priority target.
The rat-faced thug is surprised when he sees a sword being slashed at him at close distance.
He calmly tries to use his Psychic powers to bend the sword.
There is too much resistance from the sword and it does nothing, leading to despair as the sword closes in on him.
Before he feels oblivion he is pulled from behind by the older thug who punches the flat side of the ancient sword with his right hand to deflect it.
Wren gets knocked a short distance back doing a backflip to decrease the momentum and flickers forwards again.
"Quick! She's fast and this damn sword is sharp!" The older thug's fist is worse for wear with a bad cut on his knuckle.
The rat-faced thug quickly puts his hands on his head to ready to aim his psychic powers at the extremely mobile Wren.
Wren suddenly pauses his movement reaching into his robe.
Seeing this as a chance the rat-faced thug launches invisible Psychic energy with the intention to make Wren fall unconscious.
Wren resists the psychic energy with his willpower and a glint of silver comes from his hands.
A pair of needles fly across the short distance to find themselves deeply lodged into the rat-faced thug eyes as Wren retreats away
It starts as a slight prick increasing in intensity as time passes in milliseconds until it's overwhelming and overbearing.
Wren sees the thug's circumstances and smiles recuperating himself from a safe distance.
"Aaahhh!" "AAAAHHHH MY EYES!"
The rat-face thug screams. His vision gradually fills with red blood then turns to pure blackness.
"I can't be blind! I can't be a cripple, I won't have the power to survive!"
Wren's smirking image popping up converting all his feelings to desire for revenge.
"It's their fault!"
He launches a volatile mass of Psychic energy at Wren's last general location.
The Psychic energy spreads out hitting the older thug and the younger thug attempting to force them unconscious.
The older thug receives most of it and resists with his body but the younger thug is less fortunate being in a groggy half-conscious state.
"Bastard! Calm Down!" yells the older thug.
Before the rat-faced thug can calm down Wren who moved to a very special spot.
"Hey blind rat I am over here, I am falling asleep waiting"
"I'll make you fall asleep, I'll make you fall asleep forever" The rat-face thug launches even stronger psychic energy attack in that direction.
The psychic energy hits entirely on the older thug.
"Bas-tard! Don't take me, down with you!"
The older thug shouts as he enters into a groggy half-conscious state but he keeps himself in a sloppy combat stance (note: think Drunk Kung-Fu).
"She's dead now" The rat-faced thug passes out from exhaustion.
The younger thug is awakened in this situation and tries to dispel the remnant sleepiness and get his bearings.
Taking advantage of the opportunity Wren agilely runs behind the younger thug and lunges the ancient sword into his left kidney.
*Splurt* Wren almost gets blood on himself as the ancient sword barely pierces through its target.
"Damn KI users and their tough bodies" Wren murmurs, bending his body slightly and lifting his leg up.
Before the younger thug can process what's happening he receives a well-aimed kick in the balls and a sword sticking out on the other side of his kidney.
"Heh, not so tough there" Wren smirks getting a good view of the younger thug's face as the colour drains from his face passing out from pain and shock.
"yoOOUU!" The older thug is truly pissed now his voice crackling in groggy anger charging at Wren.
Wren smirks scattering a small amount of blue powder into the air smiling.
"What is this stuff?" The older thug clumsily moves his arms and body punching the air to blow the powder away.
His left fist creates a decent draft whilst his right fist readily hangs in the air.
"You wish it was that simple" Wren mumbles.
"Aah!" Wren breathes in the powder his entire body feeling energized.
"W-what, why, my body feels so c-cold and stiff" the older thug cries trying to retract his arm from its vulnerable state.
Snapping back to the moment Wren is in front of the thug in a flash aiming his sword at the elbow joint of the extended fist.
The older thug hurriedly overexerts himself pulling back his arm in time but damaging his muscles.
Wren's sword misses his original mark but he adapts and he slices open a blood vessel and damages the muscles.
"My ARMMM!" The older thug screams the pain sobering up his groggy state.
He reacts by trying to reach out and strangle Wren with his other arm.
"You are… trash…" Wren lazily does a quick cut of the ancient sword to finish off the muscle and do a good chip of the bone.
The cut muscle leans out, the bone-cracking and splintering as Wren retreats a safe distance.
"ARGH!" The older thug stops wasting words and grips his left arm with his right hand to protect it.
Anger and pain slowly clouding his vision he searches for the white of Wren's robe.
Wren throws out some snow that found its way onto him.
"There!" He spots a small white shape and leaps with all his might towards it.
*Boom* He uses a shoulder charge.creating a hole in the ground but not hearing any flesh squishing noises but sees snow scattering where he landed.
He stands up and increases his vigilance his grip tightens but then he feels pain and the arm feels heavier.
The sword stubbornly slices the muscles on the other side and finishes off the bone.
"NO…" the older thug passes out from shock as his arm falls a short distance away from him.
Wren retrieves a cloth wiping the blood off his sword taking a deep breath.
"Officer couldn't you have helped me instead of being a spectator".
A tall and fat 30-year old man walks out of a building wearing menacing black clothes with a badge dangling in his left hand and a heavy club in his right.
"I recognized you Young master Wren, your master's reputation has spread far and wide so surely you are not easy prey for this trash". The officer says with a smile.
"You recognized me but I didn't recognize you" Wren slyly replies.
"My apologies my name is Quinn Bull, you can call me Black Bull" the officer offers his hand for a handshake.
Wren looks at the hand before continuing where he left off "Officer...Black Bull you shouldn't mind cleaning up trash like this I am surely not their first victim," Wren says this like it's obvious
"Yes but, my hands are tied because they contributed to the safety of the settlement by hunting beasts," Black Bull says with hesitation lower his outstretched hand.
Wren rolls his eyes "fine, the next time I am out hunting I'll make up for their share should be easy considering their level of strength"
"Then we are good here as this also exempts you from the charges of illegal possession of grade 2 Anti-Freeze"
The officer blocks the other side of his mouth with his hand and lowers his volume "The side effects of that stuff namely lowering body temperature, halting blood flow, etc."
"We have to make it sure it doesn't fall into the wrong hands," Black Bull says with a smile that is not quite a smile.
"So it's fine if it's in the right hands?" Wren offers his hand for a shake.
The officer accepts as Wren simultaneously throws an iron ball to probe his strength; it disintegrates almost instantly but that's enough.
'Near the Master's level, what's his purpose?' Wren curiously observes whilst also being fearful of the man.
"I didn't say that... I was just helping my friends" the officer smiles eerily.
"Friends...You must be one of the master's friends, what can you tell me about Master?" Wren puts on a forlorn expression.
"I can be one of your friends and tell you some more information or just be your master's friend and tell you nothing" Black Bull says with a friendly smile.
'There must be a catch to being friends but...' Wren considers.
"Ok, I'll be your friend. What is the catch?"
"You have to help out my apprentice Eisen when you see him after accepting the surprise you have waiting at home," Black Bull says sincerely.
Wren hears that and doesn't bother for more details rushes home using more antifreeze to speed himself up expectant to find his Master home again.
