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The Demons scattered as the huge black stallion thundered into the square. the tall broadshouldered rider reined in outside the tavern contemptuously, sliding from the saddle like liquid darkness. he was standing beside the master of the stable before the horse had fully calmed. The old man took in his late visitor in quick, nervous glances, he looked like no rough mercenary or country lord though he was a mercinary. he wore the finery of a noble and his sharp aquiline features and the glittering arrogance in his eyes were those of a warrior. a formidable pairing, and not one to be taken lightly, he tossed the long black tresses of his hair over his shoulder and stepped closer.
"yes" the stable master, a human slave, said in hushed tones, as though afraid anything he might say, or any stray movement he might make would bring this dark mans wrath. he'd seen such as this one before, more times than he could count, and their temperaments were as unpredictable as the winds, he'd seen friends and relatives who hadn't the wits to learn this lesson and live...
"i shall be known to you as the black swordsman," the dark one said softly. his words carried forecefully despite the softness with which they were spoken......
"i expect you to care for my mount untill i need him next, your life depends on my happiness...." with those final words he turns to walk towards the Taverna

Zasz began to walk towards the man who spoke to him....
"I take it you are the leader of this rabble you call an army...tell me, i am a mercinary, and a damn good one at that, how much are you willing to offer me to fight for you, i can make it worth your while..." Zasz takes a step closer to the man...
"If you deny, i can always go to the humans, i am sure they could use a good half demon on there side, espessially one who knows where the demon camp is.."

Zasz looks at the man and gives a small grin...his glowing green eyes change to a bright red, glowing vibrantly...his hand quickly move down to his katana, clutching the ebony hilt, the hilt is made of pure ebony with a emerald inlay...as he unsheaths the massive five foot long blade it glistens in the little light...the blade is black, made of pure black obsidion stone with a red ruby inlay all along the blade...he wields the massive weight of the blade with a single arm....his black trenchcoat flows in the wind slightly as his black feathered wings burst from his back in a spray of blood, spanning out at about 14 feet, they then fall down to the ground...
"Public enemy number one you say..i am used to that position...i am sure you have heard of the Black swordsman, Death of the battlefield...i was in wars long before you were even thought of i am sure..."

a sinister smile crosses Zasz's face...a low growl emits after, his eyes change back to the bright green as he sheaths his mightly blade and walks over to the man...taking the drink from him graciously...
"Thank you..." he takes a small drink from it and smiles at the man...
"tell me...do you have an offer for me, i do not fight for free anymore.."

Zasz smiled and took another drink...
"Because i have no side in this war, i dont see either side as correct, i believe war is meaningless, but i can sure profit from it, so who ever offers the most i fight for, unless you can prove to me that your side is right and i should fight for you."

Kiki sat nearby wearing a darker purple than usual. Her fur bristled slightly.
/Oh c'mon. It's not their fault thay don't look ahead into things. It's not as if they have powers like us and can just do things as easily. Why must we think only of their faults?/ she thought holding in a growl.

Kiki's ears perked up.
/Finally someone who gets it./ she thinks smiling.