HIRED MERC.
Welcome aboard... the rowboat
‘Future Pirate King’, the pirate told himself. Of course, becoming a pirate king on his own would be ludicrous. He would need... the support of others. Others- being that those who consider themselves to be human. While the Jester is no racist, he hasn't been exposed to enough cultural influence to recognize other races other than his own. While talking, he was alone – in solace of his own company. By his side, a large spear named Zeus’ Thunder. It was a reference to the sheer amount of butt- hurt it would cause in the future. The tip rested against the ground.
‘Blue moon’, a deep voice spoke from the shadows of the inside of the large treasury room. The male who spoke looked through a small gap to the surface, where a full moon blue was shining. This time the had some weird dress- up going on, on top of his armor, he wanted to appear as a revolutionary. Earlier that week he caught wind of some type of informal coup de tat that was being planned out. He did some investigating on his own and found out that there were some revolutionaries behind it. He decided to go under cover, informally, since all that he did was kill some revo grunt and steal his clothes and then joined the task as an informal merc., it was a big mess. The head of the operation was some guy from the new world. He hadn't met him yet; but he had seen once him during the operation in which they entered the place. He seemed like a very tall, strong guy. His plan was to back stab him as soon as they got what they wanted. Of course, in order to not arouse suspicion he acted his part. This meant that he couldn't analyze the big bad wolf; because he would notice it had he done so. There were about twenty grunts down the treasury room with Jester included. The big bad wolf stood at the center of the room while Jester was close to the edge, about ten- fifteen meters away from a staircase. After some time a small battalion of marines had arrived the grunts of the revolutionary army and the marines had started fighting. Jester wanted to take this opportunity to strike the big bad wolf while his back was turned to him -- he moved his spear with the tip pointing in the general direction of the marines that were having an assault with the revolutionary grunts. As he was close to striking a group of marines jumped the big bad wolf. It seemed like an instant but they were all killed. Jester couldn't properly comprehend how they all were defeated that fast.
Maybe he was in over his head? Most likely, thus Jester decided to informally retreat while the entire squad was busy. He walked on the staircase that led up. Being as silent and sneaky as he could be, nobody could have noticed him leave. This had multiple implications, he heard the sound of a man laughing at the top of the staircase. This made Jester more alert, and he moved with great caution. Leaving the man at the top no reason to look for Jester. The staircase was covered by darkness, a lack of light was to be found. The revolutionaries took all the torches on their way down when they entered much earlier. With his spear ready, the tip was pointed at the entrance of the staircase at the top, where the man he heard earlier was.
‘So we need a plan?’ Jester heard, faintly. He was a fair distance away from the top but slowly continued moving. He wasn't exposed to the entrance at any point until he heard the guy speak again. Giving nobody any reason to have suspicion. He moved up and braced himself slightly. He could reach the guy who was speaking quite easily, using the length of his spear. He made sure that the tip of his spear, the sharp pointy-end that was capable of thrusting through thick human flesh was pointed at the mans spine. Using momentum in this situation meant that there was a possibility of Jester falling backwards and rolling of the stairs had he used too much strength. Thus he came up with a clever way to deal with that- on the spot, which meant that the risk of him falling backwards is minimized. Though it meant that he would lean his body forwards before thrusting, meaning that he could fall over instead, which wasn't that big of an issue had the man not been talking, since Jester couldn't spot anyone else he assumed he was not talking in himself but to someone in the room. Judging from the volume that the man spoke off he had guessed that the person he was talking to was a fair distance away, perhaps ten to fifteen meters.
Jesters plan was to dispose of this man and just leave the place with himself intact, unless someone convinced him to do the opposite. Since the guy with the marine cape was a threat to that, he decided it would be wise to dispose of him; which was a good reason for why he was as cautious as he was being. Giving absolute no reason other than some fourth wall breaking superstition for someone to peek towards his direction. The marines and revolutionaries were still fighting downstairs, where he had come from. They were quite rowdy, there were multiple distraction points - Jester judged that this would be the easiest time to strike. Jester faced the back of the marine with the poncho, the poncho guy had a sword in his hand, the moment of the strike was when the marine was still speaking, the words: ‘ as I am a sword user.’ Were muttered, this meant that Jester had moved relatively quickly - he was a quick thinker. While midspeak Jester used all of his momentum with his body leaning slightly forwards, towards the entrance of the staircase at the top. He initially held his spear a few inches away from his own waist and moved the spear in an upright movement, the tip aimed at the spine of the marine soldier with the weird poncho. The intent of the attack was to sever his spine and instantaneously paralyze him as a result. Jester was silent up to the point where he could no longer be silent, leaving his opponent a minimal amount of time to react to his attack. While in reality, there was no time to react properly to Jesters attack. Using the shading of the staircase as an advantage, had his opponent found a way to react - which was nihil, he still would not be able to figure out how to properly dodge. Reacting to something meant multiple things, to perceive it and then figure out a way to not be touched by the attack. The latter was the most difficult part, using your natural instincts sort of works when perceiving an attack, but not when trying to evade from being damaged. Evading from an attack requires some brain activity to find a path, a safe path to turn to in order to evade from an attack. That bit of brain activity requires some time that the marine soldier with the poncho was not given.
Jesters dark armor cloaked him even further, he made sure to move in a manner that allowed him to move silently even with the armor on. Judging from this attack, Jester had shown himself to be an experienced ex military soldier. Had the stranger talking to the marine payed attention to what happened even he could perceive the fact that Jester was experienced; but, lacking in power.
Knowledge trumps all. And you can't stump the trump.
The tip of Jester spear has no difficulty slicing the flesh of the marine like butter. While it was true that his abilities were not high enough to sever bone, it did mean that because of the momentum he had there was no issue in Jester chipping the spine of the Marine with his spear. Certainly, that would hurt ten times more- but it wouldn't sever his spine and instantaneously paralyze him; it instead would mean that his hands and feet would tingle, become numb slowly and the paralysis would slowly kick in. Maybe he was lucky that Jester didn't use his abilities to make it a clean cut; because in this case he could still get to a doctor before being wheel chaired for the rest of his life. Certainly combat would be out of the question for the remainder of this encounter, gripping the sword he previously gripped would become a task considered impossible, his strikes would become weak and flimsy. Immediately after the hit had connected Jester would use his might to pull his spear back, a set of chains could be heard clanging against the ground, Jester intended to restart a motion to attack once more had this attack not done its job in incapacitating this man. Had the man been incapacitated like he intended him to be; which meant that he was laying on the ground, bleeding profusely and attempting to flee - he would continue with his course of actions. Which consisted of Jester moving forwards, out from the entrance of he staircase. As soon as he stepped out he looked at the general direction of the marine who he had incapacitated was previously speaking towards. With the tip of his spear pointed towards the ground, covered by blood, he raised his brow.
‘I've SEEN you before, in that cafe, have EYE not?’ He shook his head after he spoke, making sure to respond reactively had he needed to. Jester knew little about the intentions of this guy, so he was wary and cautious- he would expect the guy to behave the same way. ‘Well, if YU are who EYE think YU are; don't be getting your willy down there; the guys too strong EYE tell ya’, Jester explained. Unless this man had an arsenal of power hidden there was no way for him to beat the big bad wolf. Jester was a mercenary in heart; convincing him wasn't very difficult, but it required some effort. Maybe if the man had promised Jester a nice reward; he would assist him in his task, he kind of had the idea that he was a marine but wasn't sure; he could be apart of this palace and had intentions of aiding the kingdom or whatever; which meant that he wasn't interested in sharing the treasure which would have made Jester leave the place, had that been the case. He pointed his spear down, towards the incapacitated marine. ‘Am sorry if that was yur friend, but, in all onesty, that guy would be killed roight. The big bad wolf down there doesn't know mercy; he should be fine in any case’ Disregarding Jesters fucktardish accent; the incapacitated marine would be fine if he crawled out of here and found a doctor to help him up. Of course, he could also try to strike Jester back; but as described above, striking in his current state wouldn't hurt a baby whereas Jester had the superior position as well. Jester was ready for combat, he was in a normal position to defend and strike had the situation called for it. Though at the same time; Jesters body language had faint hints of retreat; his intention wasn't to fight but it implied that he would had he been forced and brought to that point. Black smoke protruded from Jesters gloves and boots; as the smoke of his armor kicked in after it got the scent of blood. It hadn't started doing that before, for some reason.
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