[center][b][h2]The Buzzslinger[/h2][/b][/center] [hr] [center][b]I[/b][/center] [hr] The whole town was dead silent. Nary a whisper nor a step. It was just the two men standing twenty steps apart, staring each other down. A window creaked, a small Sylphi’s brown face peeking out from inside one of the homes. Hands hovered over buzzers. One man’s hand was shaking. The other man’s hand was calm. One was covered head to toe in leathers and furs from all over the Arborean lands. The other donned simple clothes and a large straw hat. Their hair was long, flowing in the wild winds of the Calyptus Desert. One man’s was black with streaks of grey. The other’s was as brown as the mud in the Garden. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XWiAYggv4vw&list=PLEGgMs2JcjW4fP2aJ_H9yAMFisgE6FMZB&index=108&ab_channel=ThePrimeCronus]Someone shut a door loudly[/url], the sound echoing all across town, through the empty alleys and off the flimsy clay and sandstone walls. The man in simple clothes took in a deep breath, the other man’s fingers twitching. The town still had the scent of freshly baked bread lingering. The sun had finally risen over the horizon. The sound of a hundred bees filled the town. It was a blur. In one moment, buzzers had been drawn. The man covered in furs shot first. Out of his buzzer came a dragon of fire, devouring everything in its path to its destination, the other man. The other man then shot his own buzzer and a great gust --no, a blast-- of wind pushed the dragon of fire back, then as the simple man threw his buzzer to the ground, the wind shot upwards into the sky. As the simple man raced through the superheated air left behind by the dragon, the dragon in the skies above exploded in a blaze of endless colours. Skin sizzling and grunting in pain, the simple man lunged at the one in furs. The nervous man choked and dropped his buzzer upon seeing the other’s charge and grabbed the adze he kept in his belt. Yet the other man was too fast. As soon as the furred man had raised the adze, he was in front of him with his arm raised to intercept the strike. When he brought down his adze, it struck the simple man’s arm without much built up force and got it lodged into the bone. “AAAAAAAAHH!” Screamed the simple man as he twisted his arm and disarmed the furred man, blood gushing out of his arm and all over the two men. “S-Shit!” The furred man shouted as the other man tackled him to the ground and mounted him. He was too slow in bringing up his guard, as by the time he had realized what had happened, the simple man’s fist crashed upon his left eye. [i]CRACK[/i] And the pummeling did not stop there. The simple man hammered the furred man’s face, jaw, neck and head for well over a minute. When the simple man finally stopped the motionless furred man had been beaten beyond recognition and the simple man, left arm immobile and his torso drenched in the blood of his opponent, let out a scream of victory. He raised his good arm toward the skies, the embers of the dragon of fire falling onto the sandy roofs and streets of the town and being put out for good. There was a moment of quiet... “THE BUZZSLINGER TOOK DOWN THE DRAGON!” Suddenly, doors and windows were thrown open and dozens of voices joined in on the cheering. Sylphi, goblins and humans piled out of the buildings and circled around the Buzzslinger, patting him as he screamed victoriously again. Cactus seeds were thrown all throughout town and bards from the tavern started playing music and singing one of the many tales of the Buzzslinger. The injured hero of the people, with an adze still stuck in his radius, his skin covered by blisters from charging through superheated air, and his right hand’s knuckles broken and bleeding, finally stood up and, with a swift final kick to the ribs of the unconscious Dragon, turned away and made his way through the cheering crowd and straight for the woman standing at the back of it all, wearing washed out blue robes and copper ornaments around her wrists, neck and ankles. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she stared at the Buzzslinger. He smiled roguishly as he approached her, using his mobile arm to flip up his straw hat to gaze down at the adoring woman. His brown, steely eyes met her wide emerald ones, then he nodded and she jumped to embrace him, crying into his chest. “OW!” “S-Sorry, sorry!” The woman quickly pulled away and smiled, wiped her joyful tears and grinned at the Buzzslinger. “How about we start working on patching me up? My arm feels like it’s gonna fall off any second now, and the battle rush is fading. I’ve also got blisters everywhere… Absolutely everywhere. I don’t know what I’d do without you and your blessed hands, Mend.” The Buzzslinger chuckled, and the woman did the same. She then turned and led him into the nearest building, the Pillar’s Home. From that point, the pair spent several days and nights working on his proper recovery. The townsfolk, eternally thankful to the Buzzslinger for taking care of the Scourge of the Calyptus, spared no expense in feeding him and housing him. [hr] [center][b]II[/b][/center] [hr] The Buzzslinger threw open the front door to the Pillar’s Home and came face to face with a pair of Sylphi. One was a wide eyed, awfully vibrant green one with luminous golden eyes and the other was one up there in age, with yellowing leaves and a slight dullness in his eyes. The Buzzslinger’s eyes traveled all over the two Sylphi, and theirs did the same. It was when the Buzzslinger saw the male holding his hand over a profusely bleeding injury in his side that he smirked and flipped up his hat at them, looking at them with an amused expression before turning his head slightly to yell into the house. “Mend? Got some work for ya!” [hider=summary] Story shows the confrontation between the Buzzslinger and the Dragon, the Scourge of the Calyptus. Safe to say, the Buzzslinger is victorious and defeats the Dragon, a feat that turns him into the wandering hero of yet another town. It doesn’t come without severe injuries however, as he has to get treatment from his companion and lover, the Mender, for several days straight to ensure his injuries healed properly. Once healed and about to set out of the town to move onto their next adventure, the Buzzslinger stumbles into Genesis and an injured Hunter waiting outside their door. With a smirk, the Buzzslinger tells the Mender that she’s got work to do. [/hider]