text: He brandished the second finger from the thumb as he sped away on his rocket powered tricycle, the tassels flowing majesticly in the wind just as a grenade drops at his enemy's feet. The guy exclaimed a swear that was quickly cut short by the shrapnel ripping through his esophagus and up into his brain lining the pavement with his blood. When the dust settled all that remained was just a man and his trike riding off into the night as tiny squeaks emanate from his bloodied wheels. Three children, traumatized by this sight watch him ride off. The look of pure terror etched into their face and that gruesome scene now burned into their mind. They turn and walk home as the heart of the man beats it's last. He takes a sip from his flask, as he swears under his breath, "I got cocky" he said to seemingly nobody. As he sped along the desolate landscape he noticed a something strange moving along the horizon. Before he could react something catches him by the neck and he flies off his trike tumbling into the pavement, the tricycle lands far away with a barely audible crash. He searches around frantically taking in his surroundings. As he begins to get up he feels a sharp pain in his side and falls to the ground, hissing a stream of vulgar words. Dark figures emerge out of the darkness and begin to approach, he tries to get a good look at them but the movement causes him to double over and his vision doubles. "Did we kill him?" the first figure asked. "Im not so sure" said the second figure who seemed to be holding something long and thin. He begins to panick because while not knowing why, his body understands he is not safe. "If it were anyone else i bet they would have died on the spot, not many people can take a hit like that." "Well don't underestimate him, remember what he did to Fin back there? The poor man, didn't even get a chance to escape." *Ah so his name was Fin, i'll be sure to pay my respects later* he thought to himself still frantically looking for a way to escape. As the first figure nears he leaps forward biting down on his ear and feeling something warm and metallic trickle into his mouth. A scream echoes through the canyon as he is thrown against the wall, a large chunk of flesh now in his mouth. "The little shit took my ear off!" The first figure said as he picked up what he could now make out was a sword. As he gets up he sees a second figure out of the corner of his eye and jumps out of the way just in time to dodge a shot from what seems to be a crossbow. He begins to run but another sharp pain slices through his body as he topples to the ground. A boot lands on the square of his back knocking the air from his lungs and he gets lifted by his hair. The man, now clearly visible to him had a scar over his left eye that seemed to go all the way past his lip and disappear into the entrance of his shirt, and a now bloody space where his right ear should be. "You better be worth it after what you've done." The man said as he pulled back his arm and landed one final blow knocking him unconscious.