Walking along the road is where Echo would find himself on this rather gloomy day. It would seem that clouds would darken the skies, yet no rain had begun to fall just yet. Echo was on his way to the shady town know as Airse Garse. Echo was at home in his family estate before hand where he would find himself sleeping in the guest house. Why would the son of a nobleman be sleeping in the guest house at his own estate one might ask, and the truth was that too this day Echo was still not allowed to sleep in the main building of the estate. He was only sometimes allowed in for events and family meals. There was one time when Echo was caught sleeping in the main house by his father, and lets just say the outcome was less than pleasant….

However since doing his last job for the Shadow Broker, he had been informed by Enforcer B that he was being prompted and would no longer be considered a rookie. She told him that the amount of blood that Echo had shed on behalf of the organization was commendable for a rookie. So what did that mean for Echo, well it meant that he was now a member of the Attack Dog rank. Echo cared not about any of it when she told him as he still had no interest in her or the Shadow Broker. All Echo cared about was the promise to him by the collector, and chasing the thrills of false power and adrenaline he got when he did these jobs.

His job today was a rather simple one considering he had just moved up in rank but who knows what was really the deal. Echo had to go and pick up a parcel from Dirty Pete’s and take it to whatever location he would give on site. Echo was too happy with open ended missions like this, when the details become vague there was always room for error. And for him as a hunter there is no room for error when you only get one shot. Regardless of the loose details given the job seemed fairly easy, and he knew he still had a lot of work to do before the collector would hold up his end of the deal.

Echo would arrive in the town and he would make his way through the busy streets, headed straight towards Dirty Pete’s shop. After a short and brisk walk he would find himself at the entrance to the place. When he entered he was greeted to the same old and dirty abandoned store as last time. Echo would then simply close his eyes before saying “The Hunter loves to gamble.” After saying the phrase the hatch in the floor would open up greeting him to the bunker below. Taking the short trip down the steps and closing the hatch behind him Echo was greeted by Dirty Pete, a familiar face from his last job with the organization.

Pete would look at Echo and say “Hello there again Archer. I hope you staying out of trouble out there.” Echo would smile and chuckle before saying “If I was in any trouble I wouldn’t be here right?” Pete would take a hit from the cigar he had in front of him sitting in an ash tray before placing it back down. He would reach for a bag undertone table and placed it topside. The bag was rather nice, as it was put together with very fine leather and pristine stitching. “Take this bag to a man by the name of Marko Valtic. He can be found here in town at a bar called Fresh Brew. The thing is though that package has been marked, the last carrier he had for it got killed and we almost lost it. Enforcer B was hoping that you could get it done properly.”

Echo would walk up and remove the bag from the table placing it on his back alongside his quiver, and putting his bow in his hand. He would look at Pete and say “You know I’ll get it done… but that’s why you guys picked me right? I already heard all the dumbs tales about how I’m so precious to the organization and all that. So clearly I know you guys think this is in my realm of possibilities.” The young hunter would then walk off from the building leaving with the package he was to deliver. He would exit Pete’s shop and begin to walk the streets. By this time night had fallen over the land, however it wasn’t too dark just yet. Echo figured it be best to try and cut through some alleys to avoid potential guards or possible threats but boy was he wrong.

Merely moments after walking down into an alley Echo was attacked by 3 men wearing face coverings. The first man who was also the leader would jump out and punch Echo right in the face. The surprise attack was very effective as the punch would make the young man stumble backwards a bit. The hunter would aim his bow, quickly loading an arrow before the men had time to pull off another strike. He looked at the man who punched him as he said “Now why the hell would you just hit me like that asshole? I don’t even know you so its not possible that I could have harmed you in some way.” The man would scoff before saying “Nah you aint do shit but you got something we want, and we know who you work for so we know you won’t give it up without a fight.”

Echo would lower his weapon and put the bag on the ground in front of him. He would look to the 3 men and gesture for them to come get the bag. They all looked at each other almost as if they were nervous and unsure if they should go to get the bag. However after a few short moments the man on the right of the leader decided to step up and claim they prize, and the others would slowly follow behind. The man would get closer and closer to the bag before finally he was right in front of it. The man would stare Echo in the face who was now a few meters away, before bending down to attempt to pick up the bag. As soon as the man’s finger tips would touch the bag he would get a powerful boot kick right to the face from Echo. The man flew backwards and then onto the ground due to his low balance at that point.

The man’s companions were shocked as they would then rush forward, trying to make a foolish attempt at an attack. The male would release his grimoire from his waist pouch, then pointing his index and middle finger to the sky he summons an orb of light that wraps around his hand like a glove. He would then punch each of the remaining two men one time each, sending them falling to the ground. The man who had gotten kicked in the face earlier in the scuffle was now feeling a little froggy, as he had attempted to shoot some sort of fireball spell at the young male. Echo tried to dodge but the flame instead grazed his arm. This made Echo mad and as he would begin to stare down the man responsible, a guard would walk up to the entrance to the alley and head towards the 4 men fighting.

“Hey what are you four doi~” the man’s speech was cut off as Echo had picked his bow back up and fired an arrow right into the man’s throat. Echo and the other men he was fight would watch how the man’s body would drop and how he grasped heavily trying to catch his breathe. The men were now shook with fear, as they would all look at Echo. Echo would walk over to the man who had hit him with the fireball before placing his foot on his neck and saying “Who do you think you are to burn me you piece of shit!” He would then summon forth an arrow of light and would send it flying into the man’s head down at the ground, with the simple flick of the wrist. Blood would squirt out a bit onto Echo’s boots, and a small droplets would find their way shooting out on to his face.

Echo then focused his attention on the other two men looking at them and saying “Whats wrong you won’t fight back? You scared because I killed your friend and that guard huh? Well don’t worry I will make your deaths fast and painless like your buddy’s. Did you know that if you get a arrow shot in a specific spot in the back of your neck, you will lose all brain function and die instantly?” After saying that Echo would draw an arrow into his bow before the leader would get up saying “Im not gonna die to some noble teen brat!” He would charge forth blinded by fury and anger, he had no idea what was coming to him, as he was soon find an arrow shot into his skull just like his friend before him. The third and final man had tried to take off running while his leader was being killed, however Echo would take his bow and fire a arrow at the man, however this one was not aimed for his skull. This arrow was aimed for the man’s thigh in such a way that it would ‘clip’ his artery.

The man’s artery being cut he would fall to the ground as Echo would gather himself and his belongs. Picking up the bag that he was to deliver off the ground he would walk past the man as he laid on the ground immobile, and unable to do anything but blink, talk, and use his upper body barely. “The more you move or exert yourself the faster you will bleed out. My best estimate is 20 minutes… Have fun with that one.” Echo would then make his way out of the alley and would continue along the main streets to get the rest of the way to the bar. The bar was now within eyesight after a 20 minute walk through the town. Once there Echo would enter the establishment and go to the barkeep and say “Im looking for someone named Marko Valtic.” Before the barkeep could even answer a man sitting at the bar right next to where Echo stood would speak up. “Keep your voice down kid… Just drop the bag at my feet and leave.” Echo looked very confused but he knew that this man knew too much to just be anybody and so he would leave the bag.

“Im assuming you are really Marko so imma just leave this. I hope whatever was in there was worth it. I got attacked over whatever it was.” He would then make his way towards the exit so that he could go head home or back to the abandoned shack to go get some rest.

WC: 1879
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Name of Spell: Laser Arrow
Elemental Type: Light
Rank & Spell Type: Junior | Attack
Range & Speed: 25 meters | 20 m/s
Mana Cost: 10/5
Stats Effected: N/A
Applicable Perks: Apex Predator, Quickshot
Description: The user generates an arrow made of light(76 cm in length), that is either fired from a bow or thin air and fired at the target. The arrow will go 25 meters at a speed of 20 m/s before dissipating. For every 10 in control the user has they can create one additional arrow to fire.

Mana: 60-10=50
Arrow Count: 20-3=17