ONE
It was a rainy cold night, nothing tastes better for nights like this, than a nice drink of vodka, thought Yahir.A small town almost deserted, it was difficult not to notice such a peculiar stranger. Yahir ”Small town… but why do I keep having this bad feeling?” Yahir was a built guy, with a nice face, irresistible for women and hated by men. Gegnia a small town, beautiful surrounding, with gold mines in the mountains, seemed like a nice place to live. “A nice bottle of vodka and pineapple juice bartender” Yahir demanded, “There is nothing that good around here, but I’ll see what I can do”.
By the time Yahir was almost done with his drink, two guys approached him, with no good intentions. “Hey, that is a nice sword you have back there” pointing to Yahir back. A nice silver mysterious sword, just by looking at it inspired fear and admiration, with a sharp blade… very sharp. “Where you come from stranger, and what is your business here?” asked one of the men. “Didn’t you hear? A nice bottle of vodka and pineapple juice” answer Yahir. The two guys that were harassing Yahir were members of a clan of killers called “RS” cheap code for “Ranger Slayers”, a clan that had let the town of Gegnia almost dessert and poor.
Men were afraid to even look of what was going on in that tavern, they know what happens to people that disrespect any member of the RS. “U come to this town, demanding good vodka and disrespecting members of RS” – “RS? What does is stand for? Real Sissies?”. Yahir just finishing his bottle of vodka, could feel the walls of air rapidly breaking in direction of his head; with a great speed Yahir dodge the hit, that most likely would have kill him, and with a fast kick send one of the guys to the other side of the room. At the same time, using the same leg did a round kick to the other man face. The game was on.
Everything happened so fast that by the time the guy in the other room took out his sword Yahir kick it out and punched him right in the gut. Blood was coming out, and all around his body. Every men in the tavern was amazed that this stranger could take out two members of RS in just a few seconds, but the fight was far from over. While the guy who got the round kick in the face prepared for battle saw his blade in the hands of Yahir.”It is not a nice blade, but it will do the work” and by saying that Yahir cut the guys head. “I guess it stands for Rotten Sissies” Yahir said while laughing. “Who the fuck are you?” asked the guy who was almost fainted for the incredible punch received in the gut, “just a guy, who don’t like to be disturbed while drinking.”
The RS remaining member took his blade and rage upon Yahir, a sword fight started going on, until Yahir got tired of it, and ended the fight by cutting the guy arms. Painfully and with his pride kick to the ground, the member of RS begged for his life. “I’m no killer, so go and run like a sissy, but I will keep these swords like a payment for disturbing me”.
Men where speechless when they saw for the first time a member of RS running for his life, and defeated in a sword fight. “Howdy stranger, let me buy you another bottle of vodka” said the “Old Man” like his friends knew him. “O.K., I never say no to a drink”
