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( Cue "Damned" by Superhuman. 3:02 long version )

Along a lengthy dirt road that was surrounded by the beings of nature, walked a lone male figure who's identity was obscured by a white hood, a hood that was apart of his loose, thigh-length white poncho made of fleece, a symbol of two yellow arcs knitted on the back.

For what seemed like miles, the path he trekked was shrouded in shade, due to the thick branches and leaves that hung over him. Bits of sun rays popped up here and there, courtesy of the faint breeze flowing around.

'For almost my entire existence, I have lived a frustrating life.. One filled to the brim with nothing but confusion and questions.. Questions... that took far too long to be answered..'

Stopping suddenly in his tracks, the hooded figure quickly leaned back before something that could've ended his life hit him. Or at the very least, it would have mortally wounded him.

( Song at 0:40 )

Looking to his right, he saw that it was an arrow that flew past him. Its sharp, pointed tip lodged into the earth as the length stood slanted in the air, the back end pointing directly at him.

'However..'

Where the arrow was shot from was apparent to him as he slowly turned his head over to the left. And with his mouth slightly visible through the shadow of his hood, a smirk made its appearance upon seeing just a few of his ambushers sprint out of the bushes.

'Even though I say this..'

Hearing a multitude of twig snaps, he perked up and looked back to his right. His hidden excitement grew as he saw more of them rush out from the opposite side. In total, he counted a dozen bandits surrounding him. Excluding the one with the bow who had remained hidden in the trees, most likely preparing to fling another arrow at him once he had the shot. The ground force wielded a variety of weapons. The majority of them were more or less the same in terms of body structure; lanky with just a bit of muscle. Two of them were more on the heavy/bulky side. But, he's confident that he could still take 'em.

'In the end, my patience had not went unrewarded..'

Sensing the obvious danger, the mystery man readied himself for the ensuing battle. Though this wasn't an event he had anticipated, that didn't mean it was an unwelcomed one. If it is a fight they desire, then he'll be more than happy to oblige.

After the bandits somewhat had him cornered, one behind him had foolishly decided to take initiative.

Raising a dagger in the air, the yelling bandit charged at the hooded man, prepping his weapon to swing it down as soon as he got close.

What the bandit failed to notice during his reckless charge, were the two lethal blades poking out from the bottom of the man's poncho. The fingers of both his hands stretched out alongside said blades..

Going on the defensive, the hooded male swiftly spun around to face his first attacker, raising his left hand..

*Clink!*

The bandit gasped in shock once his attack had been so easily thwarted, stopped by the figure's own revealed weapon. However, it wasn't the block that surprised the pack of thieves, as that honor belonged solely to the man's rather unique pair of blades..

Around the hooded man's forearms were black leather bracers. But, it's what was attached to the underside of those bracers that truly stunned the malicious group.

Reflective, silver, and dangerously sharp, narrow blades were extended from both bracers, ending just slightly past the man's middle fingers.

( Song at 0:51 )

Taking advantage of their shock, the quiet man thrusted his right hand forward, plunging his other hidden blade deep into the gut of the bandit in front of him.

Eyes going bulging wide, the now shanked bandit stared down in horror... at the cause of his sudden death.

In one swift and violent motion, the man yanked his blade out of the bandit while he did a spin, taking himself a step away from the now rendered corpse. With the simple flick of his wrists, his blades had retracted back into his bracers.

The others watched in disbelief as their comrade dropped to his knees before falling forward; deceased.

Consumed by fury; they resumed their charge. And that would turn out to be their greatest mistake..

( Song at 1:08 )

After side stepping to the right to avoid the "poke" of a spear, using his left hand, the man roughly pulled on the length of the spear to pull forward his next victim. Saving his own ass as the spearhead killed the guy coming up on his back. Using the same hand, he flicked his blade out again before stabbing it into the second bandit's throat; killing him instantly.

Looking beside him for a second, he exited his bloodied blade before jumping back some feet. Just in time to evade the heavy battle axe swinging down at him, chopping the wooden spear handle in half before it hit the ground.

As one of the heavy bandits tried to lift his axe back up, the cloaked man took immediate action and hopped back over to the heavy, landing on his back. With his right blade, he killed this one by stabbing him in the back of the head, making him fall forward limply as life left him in an instant.

After the heavy's dead fall, the man rolled forward to come up on another grunt. As he rolled into a kneel, he sliced at the grunt's right shin with his right blade, forcing him to kneel as well, but in pain. The bandit wasn't left to suffer for too long as he was put out of his misery with a left hidden blade to the chest, the hooded man rising to his feet.

'For when I had finally received answers.. I was rewarded a gift that made it all worth the wait..'

The life of his latest victim claimed, the man jerked out his blade, letting the corpse fall to its back.

'And that gift..'

With a battle cry and a slouch of his body, the man spread his arms by his hips with both of his blades extended, facing those that remained standing and charging towards him.

'Was my life's purpose!'

( Song at 1:27 )

As another foolish bandit with a sword approached him, the deadly man kicked himself onwards, leaning himself far back as he slide forward on his knees. He leaned his head back to avoid a horizontal slash that almost grazed his nose. After the sword went passed him and he was now behind the bandit, he did a 360 spin back to his feet, slicing his right blade up along the goon's spine when he had reached the 180 mark.

Next..

Wielding a large mace of spikes, the last heavy screamed as he raised it over his head before launching it down with full force.

The man performed a quick back handspring to dodge the attack, retracting his blades for the time being. Then with a loud thud and a launch of road dust, the mace smashed into the ground to form a small crater.

Immediately after his handspring, the hooded man hopped onto the length of the mace and used it to hop yet again. Then the heavy had his face pushed in when it met with his killer's knees, making him groan in pain as he was forced to fall back to the ground, releasing his weapon's handle.

During their little fall, the man had his hands up near his shoulders, hidden blades protruding..

As they hit the ground and his calves collided with the brute's chest, the cloaked man impaled his blades into both sides of the heavy's neck. The result of such an action was obvious.

Back on his feet and onto the next, he deflected the slash of a sword using his left blade, then using his right blade to slash open the bandit's throat. He let the bandit fall as he grasped at his leaking neck..

Another one behind him, simultaneously, he turned and ducked under another sword slash, his right blade slicing once at the new bandit's stomach before using the same blade to gash at his neck when he stood. Like the last, he allowed this one to fall to his death as well.

Facing his tenth victim, the man clenched his fists and crossed his blades after bringing them over his head, blocking and holding back a strike from another sword that nearly chopped his head. They struggled briefly before the man kneed the punk in the gut to stun him. The grunt was rendered powerless as he had dropped his weapon due to the strike, leaving himself wide open as he slouched and coughed for air.

Taking the window of opportunity, the hooded man raised his left blade before plunging it down into the back of the man's skull, making the body flop forward as he forced the head to the ground violently. Before pulling his hidden blade out and returning to his feet, he confirmed the kill further by twisting his arm ninety degrees..

With a spear, the second last member of the ground force came at the man, making the same mistake the last spear wielder did as he attempted to attack with a thrust. And like the first one, the man side stepped in order to avoid the attack. Grasping onto the length of the opposing weapon after retracting his blades, the obscured male pulled it up for the spearhead to aim skywards. Then with a head butt that disoriented the thug and caused him to unwillingly release his weapon, the cloaked man vertically spun the spear a few times before stopping it at the right angle, the lethal point now aiming down at the goon who had just fallen to his rear.

As he refused to delay the inevitable, with all of his strength, he rammed the spear clean through the helpless bandit, hearing him shriek for a short second before all was quiet..

( Song at 1:51 )

Slowly letting go of the spear handle and standing upright, the man looked up to his last victim who stood a few feet away, seeing him quake in fear as he clutched a sword to his chest, gazing in horror at the bloody massacre before him.

'But alongside that purpose.. was a responsibility..'

After seeing his allies get slaughtered in what seemed like a blink of an eye, why wouldn't he be trembling in his boots?

*Tew!*

Simply tilting his head to dodge another arrow, the hooded killer turned around swiftly and chucked a push dagger up at the tree where the arrow came from. After his toss, he immediately turned back to face the frightened man. Then a moment later, his second last victim's lifeless body fell down from the tree he aimed at, his push dagger dug deep into said body's forehead.

( Song at 2:09 )

Realizing that he was truly alone now, the last frantic bandit dropped his weapon as he gave up on the fight right then and there, turning around to run away with his life. It's a shame that the hooded figure refused to grant him that luxury..

With a pained cry, the young bandit fell forward onto the ground after something had stabbed him in the back. And upon closer inspection as he shakily peeked over his shoulder, he whimpered in agony as it was another one of the killer's push daggers that was lodged in his spine. Then when he looked up, his whole life had flashed before his eyes..

( Song at 2:33 )

'A responsibility that possessed the form of..'

Steadily stepping up to the one he wounded, the man raised his right hand a bit, lifting the right side of his poncho slightly..

As the bandit witnessed death himself approach, he desperately prayed to the gods that he be spared his wrath. They didn't listen..

And with the flick of his wrist, Jaune's hidden blade had reemerged..

'..a legacy..'

( Song at 2:42 and Cue Badass title card! )

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