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He didn't know why he was here, staring up at this... place. It was something about it - maybe the vaguest scent of gunpowder. Something familiar, something drawing him. It was the quiet, though, that was almost scary. It was thick, and it made him wonder. Though this part of Esthar was busy, just like the rest of it... it was like this section had nothing. No people, no insects, no birds willing to fly over it.
No life, whatsoever.
It made Asher shiver, just a little bit. His tail flicked uncertainly, clutching his Spearshot as he waited, as if he'd been summoned here by the surest spell. He felt something clutching at his heart. Was it fear, that had this uncertain genome frozen in time, practically wishing for an explanation?
Or was it hope. He wanted something from here. He didn't know what it was - in fact, he didn't even know if he wasn't losing his mind. That was perfectly possible.
Scratching the back of his head with a free hand, he adjusted his vest with his other. Pressing forward, he threw the double doors open. It was an abandoned church. He'd read about these things before - a place where people came to pray. He didn't understand the idea of prayer... it was a lot of people, whispering to invisible, intangible things and hoping that their wishes came true.
He did that all the time - but he didn't need a church to do it. He gritted his teeth, looking around. It was kind of decrepit, on the inside, but all in all, workable. Why didn't people keep praying here? He sniffed at the air, tasting the gunpowder which very nearly made his nostrils tickle. It was the strangest thing - he felt the slightest surge of something in his spine. Again - fear, perhaps?
He was a child in a place of worship. He was, strangely, quiet.
His hand slipped around, grabbing at his Spearshot. "Should I be afraid?" He asked, his voice quivering, along with his lip. He didn't know who he was asking - one of these invisible, intangible gods, maybe?
Maybe.
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( Notes: Very short, and I am apologetic, but I wasn't sure where to go with it. ><; Will indeed make better posts as we go along. Sorry. <3 )
All was silent within the church and then. Bang. The door is kicked in. Suddenly bullets are firing everywhere. Automatic weapons fire. You only had time to get your ass to the ground before the wooden bench in front of you exploded into thousands of tiny splinters before your very eyes. The gunshots continued unabaded. Obviously they wern't aiming for you. But then...who? The autofire stopped. Leaving a mild ringing in your ears. The sound of reloading and then....bang. A single shot fired. The single shot seemed to echo in the church for what seemed like forever. But after that came another volley. Semi auto rounds. You could tell by the mild click in between as opposed to the constant rat tat tat tat of the machine gun.
" DIE YOU GREASY SONS A BITCHES HAHAHAHAHA"
A female, but terrifying voice. Obviously the owner of the semi automatic that was unloading itself into the owners of the automatic machine guns. There was silence. Then the sounds of two bodies hitting the ground. Blood pooled, and drifted towards you. The smell of gunsmoke still heavily in the air. The sound of footsteps. And then another click. This time when you looked up you'd see the female gunner.
If ever in his life he'd been afraid of someone before, it was now. Not because she had a gun, or because she was blatantly crazy or foul mouthed... no... it was just... everything. Her very presence was just... wild. Outrageous. Everything he'd ever thought he'd expect to find inside a maniac.
Okay, maybe it was all of those things, too.
He pulled himself up from his fallen position, using the Spearshot to add just a little bit of leverage. He couldn't figure out just what he was supposed to say to that. His name? His SeeD rank? Why was he having such a hard time keeping his hands from shaking?
His tail twitched in slight agitation - mostly with himself. He looked as defiantly as he dared up at her, a cheeky smile running along his lips, practically cracking his face.
"The random bystander that got lucky, I think! I'm Asher - A marksman from Balamb." He added that last bit by habit, though, if she were perceptive, she'd be able to see that his grip had shifted ever so slightly - one hand was around the midsection of his Spearshot, finger edging closer towards the trigger. He wouldn't make the first move - no, he didn't know if she was legitimately just capable of defending herself against two automatic-gunners.
"What about you, Miss Crazy Lady With Guns? Got a name?" He asked, tacking on his new name for her as glibly as if it had been hers the whole time. He couldn't just call her 'crazy lady', no, that was the Galbadian ruler's name, whether she liked it or not. Tilting his head ever so slightly, he watched her with narrowed, precise eyes, his childish features remaining more or less taut, as if he was expecting a battle.
He snuffled gently, following the effervescent smell of brimstone and gunfire - eyes spotted the downed men, and their guns. He, personally, felt that truly automatic weapons were boring - they were just pull and fire, no need for aim or skill or precision.
Semi-automatics were tougher to fire than one-shot weapons, but were also more wild. A controlled chaos. His eyes drifted to her weapon(s), to which he smirked with the eye of a gunner in his own right. "Correction. Miss Crazy Lady With Nice Guns."
Coming from anyone else, it might have been an allusion to her breasts. Not Asher, though! He liked guns, not bazookas.
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" Oh boy, I know you didn't just fucking call me crazy....ohh I know you didn't...".
She clicked the trigger, and for a moment you thought you were going to end up the same way as the others, But there was just a dry click at the end of her semi-automatical pistols. She looked down the barrel aggrivated. " Urgh...mist have used up all the fucking bullets on those mob sons'a bitches.......". She closed her eyes and shrugged. " Ya got lucky this time random bypasser....". Her eyes narrowed again when you called her crazy once more. It seemed that she had a rather dislike for this word and spewing it only seemed to be signing your death warrent.
" Me?....Well this bitch, I'm a hitman....an assassin...and A damn fuckin good one....I work for the crime syndicates around Gaia...they pay well....so...I do hits on other crime families....stupid fuckers over there ".
She gestured over to the dead men on the floor and spat on their bodies. She walked over and then kicked one of them....and then kicked the other one. " They took a hit on me from one of the crime families, looks like I'm too good at my job....hehehehe...".She grinned.
He had barely a chance to react - his body was already in quick, precise motion - but the click that signified an empty clip made him pause. HA! She was out of rounds! He righted himself, having been fully ready to start a real fight - but, when she didn't shoot at him, he deemed her nonthreatening. Now, if she went for an ammo clip? Well, then he had the advantage. He still had a full one.
Tilting his head a little bit, he listened to her. An assassin? It sounded simple enough - after all, SeeDs had political assassination missions too, sometimes. Granted, he'd never been in on one, but he was certain as one of the few gunners in Balamb, he'd more than likely be in the running, should it ever come up.
At first, he thought perhaps she was really off her rocker when she spit on the dead bodies. Asher typically showed respect for the dead... but then his mind flashed to the dying man and how he'd eviscerated his body from the neck up. Okay, so, perhaps not as much respect as he really should have had. He tried not to giggle as she kicked one... but then the other. Yeah, she was crazy - but it was funny how she actually went around to kick the other one.
But it seemed he had her attention in a little bit of a more positive light. He flourished his weapon a little, performing a simple little figure eight with it. In the process, he tugged the grip down, shifting it in to Rifle mode. He fired three rounds, though none were really at her.
One caught the chain holding up a large chandelier, so that it came crashing down a few yards away from them. The other two punched a hole through stained glass, and a small statue of what looked like a crying woman. He was at least a skilled enough marksman to pull that off - but it showed that he was used to slightly more restrained gunning, not like her wild, albeit massively effective style.
"It's a modified Gunblade - I call it a Spearshot. But, it's different than a gunblade; I can use it as just a rifle when I need to." He nodded, showing his own contentment with his weapon. Absently, he took a step to the left, avoiding the blood pool that was just now slowing down in it's growth.
"Y'know, it's weird, running in to an assassin out here. I'm a SeeD - a mercenary from Balamb Garden. Same job, different title. Well, except, I'm sure you don't have to go play 'drop off the chocobo feather' when someone decides it's best to waste your time." Yeah, he was loyal to the Garden... but he hated being a glorified delivery boy. Those missions were boring as hell. He only did'em 'cause Headmaster Cid thought he was the fastest SeeD right now... which he probably is.
But after talking to August, his head was still rather jumbly with all the heavy thoughts that he'd incited in him not more than an hour before hand. This lady was anything but deep and heavy - and that was a welcome reprieve. "Got a name? Since you dun' want me calling you the c-word lady with nice gunz." He said, with a little bit of a giggle, seemingly unperturbed by the dead bodies.
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" A name? course I got a name kid....The name is Jessie Archon...First thing men love to hear in the morning, last thing they want to hear when they're going to sleep".
She gave you a wink before emptying her magazine and reloading a new one. However it seemed she had lost interest in blowing your head off. At least for the moment. " Weird to see an assassin out here?...Yeah suppose it is, this city is a bit too futuristic for me, still I was hired by a local family to take care of some business, didn't have much else to do so I went sight seeing. Then you came in. And so did those two goons. Swiss cheese'd em and then we're starting this little game of ask and answer...". She closed her eyes.
He let an amused grin run along his face, splitting it in quite the appropriate manner. Of course, he didn't actually understand what she meant, which lead to his next comment.
"How come they don't want to hear your name 'fore they go to bed?" He asked, curiously, already making as though he was going to follow her. Unfortunately, she'd made the fatal mistake of entertaining a notion of being friendly with Asher, who would, of course, take it very, very literally.
He liked friends.
"Also! How come you use those kinds of guns? It's easier to hit your target on single-round fire or real machine guns like those..." He nodded his head at the ones the bad assassins had left cluttered on the ground. The most amusing part was that he still wasn't concerned with the dead bodies. Weird kids and all that.
"Subs always came off like too much in the middle to be really effective. Not as many bullets as a real machine gun, and not as much precision as a single-loader. I like knowin' stuff." He said, softly, wrapping his tail around the shaft of his Spearshot once more, so that he had free hands. He knelt just on the outside of the ichor and gross that was the blood that had finally stopped expanding, reaching out with a finger to grab at the machine gun.
He didn't pick it all the way up, as there might still be rounds in the chamber or magazine. And what was more, he never took his senses from the woman - cool name, cool guns, cool everything or not, she was still an assassin - he was a good enough SeeD to recognize a potential threat.
Glancing back at her, he gave a full fledged smile. "Not that a machine gun did these guys lots of good."
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" Well its just as you said kid, not too much crazy fire, not great accuracy, but something in between, good firepower, good accuracy, not brilliant either, but they do good in both...".
She took aim at the wall and then let loose a burst of fire running along the wall in almost a perfect straight line, which was impressive considering that these guns were usually known for lack of accuracy and recoil. " You train long enough with any gun boyo and it'll become as much a part of your body as your arm or leg....people say theres very little skill involved with guns...but I disagree....".She aimed down the sights of the gun again and looked outside.
Then, placing the gun back in its holdster she turned to you and grinned. " Then again...who needs skill with a 50 round clip and a 3 second reload time...".
It was strange - normally, Asher himself was considered odd enough by himself. He saw strange things on a daily basis. But that... that was just pure skill. It was strange in that, had anyone asked him, he would have said accomplishing a feat like that was impossible - compensating for the recoil alone should have been way more than she could do. Not because she was a girl, or because she shouldn't have been able to, but because those kinds of guns were simply... difficult to use effectively.
That was what had been instilled in him from the Garden, it was why no one in the Garden used semi-automatic or automatic weaponry.
He looked at her, as she gave him that question, eyes torn from that perfectly straight line. She asked if he had any more questions... it was a silly question in and of itself - he always had questions. But this time? They had all been burned away, in to nothingness.
All save one.
"Can you teach me?" He asked, his voice temporarily becoming serious. There was a hopeful and excited look to the boy, and his tail was swaying gently either direction, gently weaving, heedless of the danger such a question might pose to himself.
But he was totally serious. "I want to learn." The once soulless Genome added, with a sharp nod. His eyes flicked back to the line of destruction that had, surprisingly, not weaved a swath of total destruction. The line had been so perfect that, due to no overlapping shots, the wall was still in good shape - it just had a new accessory with which to hang things from.
He leaned on to his Spearshot, hopeful. After all, she could still tell him no... though most people that did found out Asher could be very... persuasive.
After all, he was friggin' adorable, most of the time.
And the rest of the time he was annoying as hell. Those combined? Yeah, he could almost always get what he wanted.
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She stopped mid stride on the way out of the church, giving you a sort of inconcernable look as if you were asking her if chocobos were birds. She started laughing, so much so that you would have thought she was on the verge of falling down, worse yet she was standing over those corpses she had swiss cheesed earlier. So if she fell ad started laughing, she'd be rolling about in the blood guts and god knows what else of those men. Quite the disgusting thought.
After she had finished her little laughing tirade. She caught her breath, and then began to look at you. " Oh...you are serious arn't you?.....well...I don't usually give away my skills...especially not for free.....". She shrugged and then threw you one of her semi automatics. " Ok kid I'll give you a few pointers...but the whole thing about being like me is that most of the stuff can't be taught...you gotta experience it for yourself...". With that your training began....
[[ Asher has learned the basics of the Akibo Assassin class]]
" Not bad kid....not bad at all....by the way I'll be sending the bill for your tutage over to the Garden......".
She grinned. " Oh but don't think this is quite over yet, you may have got the basics of this game down...but you've not learned in the field....before I can give you the thumbs up I want to see you in action....meet me down by the Lunar Pandora....".
He was actually rather surprised - the gun still felt lightweight in his hand, which was strange. After a time, the Spearshot always got heavier... this... didn't. Not that he minded, of course - that would give anyone an edge in combat. But at the same time, he could see the various 'lines'. It was difficult, keeping the gun straight, and their hours of work was only a baseline. Now, he could pull that particular trick off, and a few others, but it was still something that would require work on his part.
The smell was starting to get a little overwhelming, but other than that, he was at least a little confident. Bullet holes littered the church, which was kind of amusing, knowing how much stock humans put in a place like this. But the place he was staring at was special. There were ten lines of ten shots, making just shy of a perfect square. That was his final show, to see that he'd learned what he had meant to learn.
Counting one's shots was difficult - it was more about counting the second and knowing how many bullets per second. He bit his lip uncertainly, but nodded at her assertation. Cid would be thoroughly peeved at the idea of having to spend money on him. No doubt his SeeD funding would get docked until he paid back the Garden for 'extra tuition'.
But he couldn't let that bring him down - he had just learned some nifty stuff.
Taking a deep breath, he followed her out. He was rather astounded - she vanished much like he might. Whether she'd simply taken to the shadows or did something crazier than that, he would never know - but it was impressive, for the teleporter.
Speaking of teleporting, the boy did just that.
When he stopped, he was standing next to an aged looking man.
"Ooooi. Where's the Lunatic Pandorum?" He asked, all bright smiles and waggly tail. The man pointed in the direction of 'Tears...' something. He shrugged absently and nodded a little bit of a thank you, realizing he was still holding his gun, which explained the shaky finger pointing.
He slipped his - or rather, her - gun in to his belt, so that his vest was covering it, appropriately. Just to make certain, as well, he applied the safety. It was different, when you weren't completely in control of your weapon. That was another thing he learned, that was vital - he was in control, but the circumstances were always going to be more chaotic than controlled.
He liked that.
He started for the Lunatic Pandorum, smiling the whole way.
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Upon appearing at the Lunatic Pandora, you would look around, but would be unable to see your mentor, Not anywhere. It seemed the bitch had gone and done a run without giving you anything whatsoever. Just then...there was a growl. Then another. And another. Bodies began to move, Monsters moving out from the shadows. There were lots of them. Far too many for you to take on normally...but then the womans words echoed in your mind...
" Before I can give you the thumbs up...I gotta see you in action...".
Growls. They were dark, bestial. Gutteral in a way he had never encountered, between humans, animals, or fiends - and he above any other knew Fiends. He made them on a relatively regular basis. But that was not what he was here for - he let his tail loosen, and the Spearshot began to fall. He was supposed to show her what he learned - not the things he could do with his other weapon, or tricks he could pull off. Except, perhaps, one - one that would show just what kind of Akibo Assassion he could be.
He turned slightly, taking a quick sweep. The kind of count that most people could only accomplish under stress.
It was like time quite literally slowed down for him - they moved, undulating, coiling tails and claws. Teeth, dripping saliva... these things were more bestial than he could possibly understand. But they were slow. Slower than he was. Even when the first one darted at him, forcing it's way through the air as though weight and air resistance were meaningless.
There were so many of these things - and this one was first on his list.
It was coming from behind him, without even something that appeared like eyes to track him. His own body contorted, twisting almost violently, as he pressed off the earth. His tail trailed behind him, as he performed what was the most unbelievable backflip, bending more than he had before.
He didn't even flinch as his eyes narrowed, and his finger instinctively squeezed the trigger. A burst of deadly fire, bullets spitting in a spray that was under his novice - yet masterful - control. The boy didn't shudder, his arm didn't shake. A splattering of yellow-green crashed against the earth, and he could hear and see the sizzling. It had acid for blood?!
Free hand came down, and he hit the ground not-quite running. He hit the ground, elbow bending to disperse most of his inertia. The rest of it was used to start spinning. Finger triggered various sprays of bullets, which in turn created lines of death. Perfect lines, that would make any mentor proud. He took to guns like a fish to water - or a monkey to the trees.
His spiral of doom was quite tricky - in fact, it was meant to keep his opponents off balance. Bullets did not hit all of them - in fact, only a couple of the creatures went down. The point was to hit legs and torsos - something that was debilitating, not lethal. He just needed to slow these things down enough to keep their available numbers down.
He moved so fast, that just now after all of that, his Spearshot finally settled, kicking up dirt and dust. That in itself seemed to be just the signal these creatures were looking for - they all charged him at once, screeching at decibles that were almost unbearable to the genome. He quirked a little bit of a smile, still remaining upside down, one hand precariously holding him up.
With a grunt and a forceful press, that was just the kind of thing that only someone who was stronger than he should be could perform. His body was projected in to the air, and he came back down with a smirk, digits grasping around the shell of one of these horrible beast's head. He kept going, swinging back around, other hand jamming the muzzle of his weapon in to the screaming muzzle of this thing. With a twist, he squeezed the trigger again, sending bullets and 'brain' matter, and more of that gelatinous goo right out the back of this thing's carapace.
The twist, however, had done something much more fun. The bullets had more than enough oomph to tear in to the chest of another one. He continued, bringing his momentum to bear, literally dragging the body of this now-dead creature. The trick was, that simple move did two things. One, it gave him cover as one of the wounded creatures sprayed acidic blood at him, and it gave him something to throw at the nearest creature. The corpse and live monster crashed together, a tangle of limbs and growls.
Sliding down, so that he was much lower to the ground, he spiraled again, turning his body around. He slipped up, free hand dropping down to the earth, kicking up more dirt.
"C'mon, ass hat, you gotta be quicker than that!" He yelled, adrenaline pouring in to his system, creating an unusually euphoric feeling in his body. One came from on high, driving from the sky, probably to pounce on him from above. He vanished completely, easily avoiding that particular pouncing assault. When he appeared in the air, he did so with a soft blue aura and a handful of Pyreflies. It was just a little bit of defense on this particular occasion.
He fell from the sky, landing on the creature's back, jack knifing directly in to the thing's hips, with a sickening crack. Another gentle squeeze, the thing lost it's head, beheading it completely. The wiry creatures were thin, ridiculously so. Regardless, the bullets tore right through the thickened 'armor,' which easily severed it completely. He ducked, as another creature bounced over his head, claws reaching for him. He could feel warm saliva touch the back of his neck.
"... that's so gross..." He whined, thoroughly unhappy that he'd just been SPIT ON by one of these disgusting, buglike creatures. It was just unfortunate that in his whining, he missed the tail that had curved around to catch him when he stood again. He yelped, as the thing pulled him from his standing place, tugged right off his feet.
He had to grab at the tail to keep it from knocking him down and thusly, ending his life by getting eaten alive.
Squinting, he bit his lip, and tried to tug himself up. The screams of the creature was far too aggravating. He didn't really want to shoot the thing so close to himself - he'd get burned alive by the deadly blood. Gritting his teeth, he pushed away, and then simply let go. He dropped to the ground, forcing his knees to bend as he did so. As he finished curling, he bounced back up, in a death-defying front flip, bullets flying from the tip of his weapon, in the direction of the creature that had just pulled him.
It spattered blood, though none of the weapons were particularly lethal. He gritted his teeth, rolling when he came back to the ground. Nose twitching, he came back up for air, ignoring the growling that came from the left. Why? Because as it charged, he aimed directly upwards. Just as the thing passed over it, he tugged on the trigger, sending a spray of metal and blood upwards. His body vanished again - he didn't want to get hit with the lethal rain from above. As he appeared again, a clip was shot out from the sub machine gun's chamber, only long enough for him to reach out and replace it with half a motion.
He was moving as quickly as he could, at this point - his focus wasn't exactly wavering, but this was an unusual fight. These things moved in tandem, like practiced warriors in a method of danger he'd never thought possible. They were terrifying in their own right. It was just very lucky for him that he was terrifying in his own right, too.
Rushing forward, he vaguely wished he had another gun to fight with. That would be his first thing. This one fit her style, not his. She would get this one back, and he'd get one a little more...
pointy.
Body flickered almost immediately, as he spun a violent arc of spitting bullets. He could cast a spell, or perhaps he could summon a fiend to make this a little easier. These things just never seemed to stop showing up, and they never seemed to tire.
That in itself would be a massively dangerous foe. He'd never heard of these things, and the Garden had never had a file on something like this. Hell, in fact, he was more than certain things like this couldn't exist on a regular basis.
Taking a deep breath, he knelt down, watching as the things seemed to recoup. The injured ones were more or less growling, all of them stepping closer. They were trying again to encircle him. He smirked after a second, before breaking in to a full laugh - he was terrifying? He was scaring these terrible masters of violence and mayhem? That at least made him feel good.
He charged. They screamed. The centermost creature bounded in to the air, while Asher, the world still moving at a crawl for him, dove downward. His gun went off in a burst of flame and metal, almost tearing the thing in half. He continued in a roll, again, making certain he was nowhere near the spot as green gunk came falling back down. Rolling once more, to get a little bit more distance, he popped upwards, spinning around. Had he a rifle, he'd take careful aim, and pick off one of the creatures.
But that wasn't what he was trying to do any more. He was letting controlled chaos lead all of this forward. So while the creatures were still turning around, trying desperately to keep up with the little blur of a genome, he let out a sharp laugh and unleashed hell. The very literal, bullet-laced hell that was easily tearing through slick black bodies, forcing disgusting ilk to fire backwards out in to the ether.
Bodies fell. He smirked at that. There was nothing left.
Letting out a little bit of a sigh, he turned around.
And was face to face with one of these terrifying, terrible creatures, currently slobbering enough to create a large pool. That was, unfortunately, the worst possible thing he could be looking at. It was snarling, it's lips - loosely defined as lips, at least - were moving subtly, just enough to show him who exactly was ahead in this situation.
His eyes widened.
It undulated ever so slightly, screaming as it's mouth widened. It fired... something... at him. It took all of his speed, skill, and strength to avoid being directly impaled. His head tilted back just enough, and his hand came up snatching the thing right 'round it's midsection. The 'thing' was... a little mouth on a strong stalk, snapping, biting, lashing, trying desperately to tear out a part of him.
As claws came forward to snatch at him, he twisted, pushing himself upwards, rotating violently in the air. No, he was not necessarily going to use his weapon on this particular occasion... but sometimes it wasn't necessary. He twisted hard, until he was just shy of sitting on the thing's back, it's little biting tongue-lance thing screaming almost as loudly as the beast itself.
He clicked his tongue a little bit. "Blah blah scream blah. You're done."
Putting the barrel of his weapon right against the thing's head, he squeezed, drawing a superheated line through the thing's massive head, clear from one end to the next. The thing went limp, as a majority of the other side of it's head was splattered all along the ground, in a hissing, popping mass. As the body fell, he brought the sub machine gun's tip to his lips, blowing steam away gently.
"That wasn't so bad, now, was it?" He murmured, carefully stepping towards the place where his Spearshot had fallen to the earth. Slipping a toe under it, he kicked it upwards, spinning, and snatching it with his tail.
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" If you are reading this right now kid then that means you survived the monster attack and did so with moxy. I can now fully say that you have passed the training required to do what I do.
KICK ASS!
On a side note, your affiliation with me now may attract some unwanted attention your way from the criminal underworld. Muchos apologies.
Love and kisses.
One Crazy ass bitch!"
Asher is now free to use the Akibo Assassin Class Evolution
" DIE YOU GREASY SONS A BITCHES HAHAHAHAHA"