"Gah!" Jane growled, being kicked to the ground. "And being alive is wasted on you, so you have no place to talk!" Jane told her, pulling out a pistol and opening fire. The bullets she shot this time broke apart as soon as they left the barrel,<span style="font-style: italic">many</span>tiny, incredibly sharp shards launching towards the woman.<br/><br/>Jane of course aimed for her face. "My grandpa ALSO taught me to always aim for the face!" She said, kicking herself up and flipping back, firing when she was vertical to the woman.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>"U-uhh...thank you!" Alan said, blushing when Silver called what he did. That, however, was soon replace with worry when he felt the same thing the other boy felt. "Yeah, got it." He nodded, also increasing his speed.<br/><br/>But then, he stopped. He felt something else. Something he had felt before.<br/><br/>Something that<span style="font-style: italic">terrified</span>him.<br/><br/>---<br/>"HEY! Get out of here, kid!" A bandit yelled, as a person walked into town. Three of them had been stationed outside the town, to stop anybody from getting in while the boss took care of the current "visitors".<br/><br/>"Can't." he replied, shifting his sunglasses. Whoever he was, he was wearing a a black jacket with rolled up sleeves, a dark blue shirt wit an white X going across the chest, blue jeans and heavy boots. He had pulled back black hair, tied up in a ponytail...and was holding a sword at his side. "I have somebody to see." He said, a thick german accent coating his words.<br/><br/>The bandits glared at him, raising their guns at him. "...Alright. He's just a kid, the boss won't care. But first, throw your sword down, punk! Right in front of us!" The one in charged of the trio ordered. Even if it was a nuke, he couldn't do anything without holding it.<br/><br/>"If you want." He smirked, throwing the sword to the ground in front of them. A curious sword, as it was all a single color and shade, black. And more curiously, the entire thing seemed to be made out of the same, shiny stone like material. The bandit walked over to it, his two cohorts keeping their guns trained on the boy.<br/><br/>He bent down, reaching out for the sword, noticing something. The sword seemed to be...shifting.<br/><br/>The boy snapped his finger.<a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUhVCoTsBaM">Suddenly, a long spike shot out of the sword.</a>It pierced through the man's head, bringing him up into the air. "GAAAH!" the other two screamed, opening fire on the boy. The sword lifted it's self into the air, forming into a circle. The bullets hit it, simply falling to the ground.<br/><br/>He walked forward, putting his arm through the circle, the....whatever it was forming a thick blade. He continued forwards, casually slashing through one of the bandits, causing his body to fall to the ground in two, missing a large chunk of his chest. The blade shifted into an gauntlet, as the last bandit begun to run away. The gauntlet suddenly stretched forward, grabbing onto the man's head and bringing him back to the boy.<br/><br/>"In this town....is there boy who sounds like me?" He asked. "L-like y-you? Uh...O-oh! yeah! The boy the boss grabbed. He's h-here!" The bandit replied, struggling to get out of the boy's armored hand.<br/><br/>The boy smiled, beginning to laugh. "Good, thank you." He said, tightening his grip. He walked forward, the material once again shifting to a sword. The bandit's now headless body fell to the ground, but the boy paid it no mind.<br/><br/>"Oh....have I<span style="font-style: italic">finally</span>found you?" The boy asked, pointing his sword forward.