Member No.: 415
Joined: 26-December 10
Hiei Town in Lightening Country
Another day, another town. Genkotsu had grown quite callous to the allure of visiting a new village. Back when all he knew was Takigakure, the rare chance to meet people from other towns within En no Kuni had been eagerly awaited. Meeting people of other countries were rare treats indeed. Now, after almost a year of constant travel, any place he visited seemed hardly different from any other place. People were people and there was not much variety. Of course the details were different; some towns had this style of clothing or some towns had that style of architecture or some towns had this odd custom, but other than that there was nothign to distinguish one place from another. No town felt like home, and Genkotsu doubted that if he returned to Takigakure he would see anything amazingly different about it. People were repetetive and ultimately unchanging no matter where he went.
This town was no different. Just a large grouping of homes with a few buildings designated for non-residential use. Shops and stores and a small medical center. No Inn for him to stay at, which was well enough since he was not intending to stay long. He wanted to buy a few things and then be on his way. He was about ready to leave, in fact. The store owner was counting up the total value of the items he had selected to purchase and wrapping them in paper to slide into bags when a scream from outside got their attention.
"Crap," the man muttered, "Its the Falcons."
"The what?" Genkotsu asked. He did not stay to hear the man's answer, however. He walked swiftly to the store window and looked out, along with other shoppers. Across the street and down a few doors there was a group of men with cloth tied around the lower halves of their faces. Tatooes adorned the sides of their heads around their temples and eyes; beaks and talons. Three of them were running out of the shop door and two were jumping out of a broken window with large sacks filled to near bursting capacity slung over their shoulders.
A man without a mask ran out after them waving a bat. He looked to be in his middle to late thirties with greying hair and a slight gut sticking out over his waistline. He hollared curses and one of the criminals that was not carrying a sack turned around and faced who Genkotsu assumed was the store owner. The tatooed man drew a knife and charged at the store owner, catching the bat in one hand and kicking him in the groin. Pushing the man to the ground, the criminal began to brandish his knife menacingly. He lifted it and was about to stab the storeowner who remained on the ground in pain when something impacted his chest. The tatooed man looked down at the arrow that had burried itself on the left side of his chest before falling down, his heart and lung punctured by the arrow.
Genkotsu had seen the murderous intent in the man's eyes and acted quickly. Kicking down the door of the shop he was in since his arms were busy drawing an arrow from the quiver hidden under his coat and bringing his bow up to bear, he had walked quickly into the street and aimed for the man's heart. He was intending to get the man's attention with a shouted threat, but he saw the knife move and refused to hesitate. Firing the arrow, he killed the man in one shot, not ten yards away.
Slinging the bow back over his shoulder, Genkotsu knelt down by the storeowner's side and checked that he was okay. The man was cursing up a storm and holding his groin, having already vomited from the force of the kick there. A woman came out of the shop quickly and bent over him as well. Genkotsu stepped back to let the man's wife care for him. Looking down the dirt road he saw a group of people near the now dead criminal, one of them holding the bloody arrow that had been ripped from his chest.
Several townspeople began to give him a lot of attention and Genktosu began to grow uncomfortable. The man holding the arrow came up to him and handed it back to him with a delighted expression. He was thanked and told that this gang, calling themselves the Falcons, had been harassing this town and several others for months now. They came in and raided some store at random before running away, attacking anyone who tried to confront them. As he told Genkotsu about more of the crimes they had committed, he handed him a flier he tore from a pole that described a handsome reward for anyone who could stop the Raptors.
Genkotsu looked down the road that the rest of the gang had used to run into the wilderness. He went back to the shop and hoisted his pack onto his shoulders. He was about to leave when the storeowner asked if Genktosu wanted his items free of charge for helping his neighbor. Genkotsu said he would come back in a few hours for them. He took off at a run down the road. If the Raptors were willing to kill already they would be willing to kill again. He had seen firsthand what criminals were capable of during his trip through River Country in the previous Autumn, but this gang did not seem to have much history and Lightening Country was not run by criminals.
Genkotsu was far faster than the men carrying burdens, and had signifcantly more endurance than them. He caught up to them and found them gasping on the road, waiting for their now dead friend to catch up. He did not expose himself just yet, but remained hidden in the trees along the side of the road, leaping across the branches so as to make as little sound as possible. He wanted to find their 'nest' so he could prevent any retaliatory raids from happening. He did not plan to claim the reward that the rather poor town was offering, but he would help himself to whatever he found at the Falcon hideout before returning to the town and telling them where to go to reclaim their belongings.
The Raptors were not very patient and once they were all ready to move again they continued on without any more talk of waiting for their friend. No honor amongst thieves afterall Genkotsu thought, continuing his pursuit. They were no longer running, so he was able to keep up very easily.
He did not have to follow them far. Just an hour of travel, including time they took to stop and rest. Apparently these men were not too afraid of reprisals. The hideout was not much to look at; it was a large campsite with a few semi-permanent structures, mostly made out of a combination of branches and trees from the forest and travel tents.
There were less Falcons than he expected. Perhaps a dozen and some change. No more than twenty, and that was including the man he had killed in Hiei town. The men that recently returned from plundering the town went into the large central tent and Genkotsu took this opportunity to strike.
He pulled a paper bomb out of his pack and rolled it up, giving it a lengthy fuse. He formed an arrow of glass around it and got his bow ready, Nocking the arrow, he aimed it at the entrance flap to the main tent where almost all of the Falcons had entered- presumably to count the plunder- and fired.
The arrow sailed through the air silently and pierced a small hole throuhg the fabric of the tent. A second later it exploded and there were numerous shouts of pain, anger, and fear. A dozen men came running from the tent, more than half clutching bloody wounds. Genkotsu drew three arrows from his quiver and nocked them at the same time. Squeezing them tighter to fan them a bit, he fired into the fleeing Falcons, hitting two of them. One of the arrows hit a shoulder and the other hit the back of a knee.
Genkotsu jumped down from his tree perch and ran into the camp. He created glass arrows as fast as he could and fired them as soon as he made them, aiming at anything that moved. Arrows whistled through the air and struck the frightened Falcons in arms and legs and stomachs.
After a couple of minutes the half dozen that weren't dead or dying rallied together and tried to fight back, but they only had clubs, swords and knives. Genkotsu picked off four of them from a distance before the last two ran for it. Giving chance, Genkotsu was able to get on eman in the back before stopping to aim after the last man. He was running in a straight line, which was just stupid. Genkotsu let the final arrow fly and watched it pierce the back of the man's head.
Genkotsu returned to the camp. He used a knife to quickly finish off any of the Falcons that were still alive before going back to their central tent. As he expected, it was filled with all forms of stolen goods. From jewelry to carpentry equipment. Genktosu took a quick look through it all, stuffing a few useful items into his backpack before leaving. He dragged the dead bodies into the forest before going back to the town. He would tell them where the camp was and then leave.
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