New idea for the head of Vice

The door burst open, a man stepped in his cloths soaked to the bone, hair water logged and hat drenched, His shoulders stood proud and firm. He’s eyes cold and dark on his back rested a sword of the Mist Islands, its long covered blade sleeked across his back. His face was handsome and well cut, such men were the Sons of King or Emperors. Not the type to be found in back allies or in hole in the wall taverns, and yet here this one is. He’s trying to fool every one and just for that he fools none. His blacked eyes scan the large room. He stands there for a second think, no hoping for some on to stair back at him. He will not be deprived the joy he seeks. He steps in to the bar. As he clears the door frame War Lord Guards Swam in. more guards then Genit could count, and yet here they where in front of the large crowd of Misfits and social Deviants just like him, or at least that’s how they would look to the normal eye. However Genit knew that this man would not fall for it. Such things looked beyond him. “This is a raid hand over all weapons and illegal goods now!” the Commander of the guards shouted out. The Innkeeper looked at the guards then went in to the back room. Genit knew what had to be done, now there was nothing else that really could be. He stood up his height made him stand a head above all the other men, that’s why they chose him as their leader. His choosing as leader meant many more battles would have to be fought. From these battles he had amassed a large amount of scars and wounds. The one that struck fear in to others was the one that went over his eye. A Warlord he had slew in battle gave it to him a gift before entering on his journey in to which ever void his foolish beliefs had him go to. His body bulged with muscles and the signs of a hard lived life. He was the son of a woman forced in to bed with a invading solider just like all the other men who lived in this area. Even most of the local guards could not clam to be of anything other then a fatherless birth. And yet here stood this proud man, some one who it seems Money, Riches, and Women seem to flock. Such things in this world were made to fight, Genit prayed that it would not be one this night but is seems some strange and or forgotten god had seen fit to have some blood shed on this night. He walked over to where the guards and that man stood. He opened his mouth and spoke only a few simple but forever clear words.
“Wrong Place Wrong time” as he spoke men behind him pulled out Bolt-Pistols, small hand held crossbows that could be folded up and hidden on the body. Perfect for both assassins and rebels alike, He was both of which in his prime, and so were the men he fought with, the men of the tavern the men of his command and the men of sworn loyalty. He heard the twangs of string releasing and projecting their deadly payloads. They flew with frightening speed, even from this distance Genit could see that none of the Guards thought that there would be a fight, it was time to give them one they would never forget. The bolts went passed and Genit went for his blade, as did the rest of the men in the tavern. “May Jeic’ans Protect you or soul, for my blade wishes to take it to the after life.” Genit called as he charged the lines of guards. The bolts had done their work and the first line fell before Genit could reach it, in stead he engaged the second line, as he ran other behind him drew their own swords and charged with him. As Genit reached the line of guards he slashed his blade in to a helpless guard who got his blade stuck trying to pull it out. His chain metal shirt didn’t even slow the blade down, it struck with such a tremendous force that the rings split in areas that had not even been hit. The blood of the hopeless conscript stained the blade and flew in to the air. It joined the blood that had been spilt already by the arrow volley. “One down now how many of you left to go?”

that was long

no not really, i mean i have a story that's 54 pages.

not the writing






(lol not that either) u pervs)

then plz explain?

O_o nice description st.vice ...