Razor Zero Militia Sergeant

Akashiri ate half of the time sandwich before tossing the other half fo the wife. He never really favoured tuna. He just ate it because he was very hungry. Over 10 minutes passed. The town The Zero Militia controlled was insights. He was glad. He needed a rest from all the walking. Akashiri walked into an establishment that seemed to be a hotel. He placed his hand on the frosted door and opened it slowly. As he opened it, the door began creaking loudly. He walked into the heated establishment, walking up to the fireplace, sticking his hands near it. He began smiling, as the heat spread through his body. Very few people were in the motel. The motel clerk was vanishing a table. As the motel clerk noticed Akashiri, he stopped what he was doing. The motel clerk placed the can of varnish in a cabinet and wiped his hands off with blue napkins that sat on the non-varnished part of the table. Can I help you with something sir?" asked the motel clerk. Akashiri opened his eyes and walked towards the motel clerk. " I will like the best room you got in this here establishment. You have come to the right place. However, our best room was rented by a Zero Militia sergeant by the name of Razor." If you like you could rent another room, or wait until the best room is available again." Akashiri sucked his teeth and said: " Fine how much is the other room?" 20 pieces of Goblet." When Akashiri was about to pull out the pieces of Goblet he took off the Zero Militia soldiers he killed, he began hearing heavy stomping on the old stairs. Akashiri looked up and saw Razor a Zero Militia elf that had to be at least 50 years old. Razor had slick back salt and pepper hair. One of his eyes were grey. He had a huge scar coming down his dead grey eye. He had a smile on his face. Razor was the cocky type. Razor pulled out a cigarette and a lighter made from silver. As he lit the cigarette, he shoved it in his mouth and toked on it 3 times before he tossed it on the ground, smashing it with his foot. Hey motel clerk I need more ice for more of my whiskey. *Right away sir!!" The Zero Militia placed fear into the local townsmen making them do whatever they wanted to. As Razor waited for the ice, he looked at Akashiri who had his right hand on his sword just in case Razor tried anything. Razor walked up to Akashiri and asked: That's a fine sword, you got there." Razor snickered. Now hand it over." Akashiri pulled his sword from his side and stuck it out Razor could grab it. That's a very sharp weapon." I would be careful if I were you." You could probably chop off your hand. Shut the fuck up." I know who to handle a sword. As Razor unsheathed Shaku, Akashiri sprinted towards Razor and chopped him in the chest. Razor vomited up chunks of blood, staggering into the wall. Razor quickly pulled out his 2 plasma guns. As he was about to squeeze the trigger of his plasma guns, Akashiri removed Razor's left hand with ease. Blood began splattering everywhere. Razor began screaming. As Razor continued to scream, Akashiri stabbed him in his chest. Razor died instantly. The room was now vacant.