Revenge

Snapping back into reality Arthur realizes that his men are being slaughtered before him and needs to quit day dreaming about his youth. This silver haired wolf might be standing in front of in this cabin. The phantom, uncloaking his shadowing hood with small hesitation but in spite following through. Unveiling a brunet , fair complexion, rare shining green eyes, defined jawline.

'So this is where you've been finally, after all those camps this is where you're hiding.'

Phantom said.

'Oh, yeah? I heard all those fodder got killed off by your monster like strength. Give it a try with me of course if you can handle the rest'

Arthur remarked smugly.

The rest of them five men stand wobbly at Arthur's commands. Men currently shocked after phantoms initial execution.

'So thy must be ye phantom of Orchard's Town right?' Ask a random thug.

'Precisely, I'm the gentleman who's eliminating you off this dreaded world. Names Æspoir though evidently you won't leave knowing my name'

Responding monotone Æspoir. Breaking from the gang lunging with sword at him.

Thought his attack was vien proven that Æspoir could dodge and counter Gambino's easily.

'This guy was a little more challenging compared to Gambino'

Æspoir thought within his mind.

Having evaded towards the side, his chest parallel on the sword. Facing his attackers eyes for a moment gouging out the man's sight almost with his gaze. Following Æspoir raising a right hook punch smashing down on his skull. Leaving crack and popping sounds on retraction.

Directly after slaughtering that man, next the rest of the men gather in some odd formation trapping Æspoir from a triangle formation. Suddenly coordinating with perfectly a sweep going for his neck.

               Æspoir disappearing into seemingly nowhere but the men instinctually look up seeing nothing but the sealing. Too late all of them trying to pull back momentum carrying over decapitating the foolish bunch. Every attackers head lopping falling to the floor as the last thing they see is their cleaver executioner stand and face their boss. Æspoir looking at Arthur

'So this is the best your scum could do?, About what I expected.'

As he picks up a random sword and gestures it at his father to duel him.

Arthur getting up and drawing his blade every so gently, even wobbling.

'Let's have a fucking go you bastard!!!'

A burt of approach centimeters at first then jabbing and gauging a reaction to find an opening.

In vien only yielding to the force of the superior blocking and reflexes. After a moment Gambino finds a clear jabbing area his face. Thrusting at the body shouting

'it's your death now child!!!!'

In failure guarding his lower extremities.

Having perfectly bought the fient guarding an attack that wasn't ever coming. Getting seeing the point of the blade, immediately turning and spinning collecting momentum to chop off the right arm of Arthur. Losing balance, screaming in an animalistic stance.

'Ready for even more!'

'he lust for battle even now?'

Æspoir says thinks firmly as he is disgusted evidently concerning his face.

'Disarmed and your demise is near, but still not giving up I see'.

Æspoir throws banter at him.

Charging at a last ditch chance for a push kick. Directed for the groin of the phantom hacking his leg off in a brutal fashion. Blood everywhere and Arthur's strength fading his will to fight simmering

'Fuck, it all ends here it seems to me.'

Drawing from his last strengths.

Arthur drawing back his blade as far his arms can reach to sever his torso looking down on the unrecoverable man.

'Finally, what I've been waiting for since I've learned the truth about my existence mother still hasn't been recovered but my revenge still has ceased.'

Perfectly slicing through Arthur's torso and brutalizing him beyond human comprehension with. The fury of a monster but the precession and calculations of a demon. Walking off to the road down the hill towards the town.