"They must be stupid. But, that's what fear and ego does to people. They can't think."
By saying that, Jaron unsheathed his Gladius. His one, true friend. But wait, it's not a friend if the Gladius is an object, even though it thinks, talks and has feelings like a human, as if a poor soul, trapped in it, guides his master step by step, through troubled waters. A guide that serves not only as a helper, but as a friend, companion and, most importantly, an extension of his master. A living thing being commanded by another. Guard and dog, Dragon and his rider. Inseparable and strong together.
Though, he unsheathed his mighty extension of his body, he couldn't stop there. The gem... The aquamarine, pale-glowing gem, that would be fitted in one of the sword's sockets. With grace, he put the glowing gem into its socket. The sword, from looking normal, changed. As if it would be coated by a magic spirit, the blade changed its colour, into a strong, intense purple. What would that have been? No one knew, until Jaron aimed his sword at one of the coming bandits. Five of them, armed with a dagger each, making few steps, trying to circle him, while the sword changed its property. Few glares were thrown at the sword, glowing in the powerful colour from the combination of red and turqoise, but they kept moving. They were not scared.
"I know they don't understand. I know they have barely seen this magic. But... is it really worth risking their lifes to take someone's life? It doesn't matter anymore. They made their choice."
Aiming his sword at one of the poor attackers, The sword let out a powerful light, painting the surroundings into the vibrant colour coating the sword. Suddenly, the sword turned to normal. But it wasn't done. Jaron's eyes turned purple, as the Gladius let out a spectral, purple version of itself towards the targeted man. The spectral version disappeared, as it hit the poor man, falling on the ground, being left unconscious. The others looked at him, with sadness, anger and determination. They looked back the the man who hurt their friend, moving closer to him, filled with hate towards him. A flaming hate, that would only be satiated by seeing the man's blood dripping on the ground, covering his soulless body. This is when they decided to fight him, once and for all.
A vertical, slow slash was directed towards Jaron, as he dodged it by simply sidestepping, following it with a punch to the chest. Reacting to the pain, he instinctively tried cutting his arm. "Again, that's a waste of anger." He quickly parried with the Gladius, as he punched him again in the shoulder. As if he felt the pain, too, Jaron shook his hand, as he slashed the attacker's hand, managing to throw his small and forgiving dagger, following it with a punch to the face and a push against the wall. He, as well, fell unconscious.
A scream was heard from behind. Another man, charging, to yield the probable, final hit that would render him useless to this world. But it was not done, yet. Not for the white-haired elf, at least. Not for Ampelos, either. The next hit was directed towards his head, with the intention to soak the road in blood. Jaron quickly ducked, as he stabbed the man's leg. Another man came in to help the attacker, laying down another hit at the outnumbered force. Unable to dodge, he barely scratched his left hand, as it shivered because of pain. The bandits were happy. Their bloodlust was even more intense, as a result to their pathetic, useless effort. But they thought they were one step closer to victory. They were enourmously wrong.
The scratch only caused him to be more determined. As he parried another blow, he started thinking again: "Circling a man into a fight. Outnumbering him, thinking they could prey on the weak. Why is the world so afraid of fighting one to one? Or, are they cowards? I never understand humans and their cryptic frame of mind." At the end of the thought, he quickly dodged another hit, aiming for the knee, which caused the man to lose his balance. As a profiteer he is, Jaron made a short leap, catching the man's hand, which would hold the dagger. With a yelp, he tried escaping the struggle, as Jaron tried to stop his hand from getting blood, rendering it useless and letting the weapon go. And so it happened. The metalic sound of a blade, hitting the rocky pavement, excited the elf's ears. He smiled, as the Gladius was covered in the blood of the poor man, his stomach being ravaged. And suddenly, the sword started glowing again. Its purple, vibrating coat came back, while the light would warm the cold, depressing pain the man had to suffer. "I'm sorry.", Jaron said to the man. One more was waiting to swing his weapon, as he was on his right. His steps blew his apparent 'cover'. being deeply surprised, the only thing he had to do was to use the hurt man as a shield. Or, even worse. As a way to kill the man. Turning him, while the sword was still on the other side of his body, it stopped glowing, again. Then, it happened. With a thundering sound, the spectral weapon hit the man, throwing him on the ground, being left unconscious, too.
"You can let him go, Master. He has to meet Death on his way to the Land of the Dead.", the Gladius said. As he heard, he nodded, drawing the weapon out of the almost-dead man. There was blood everywhere. Once, a clean, visited place, turned into a land where people had to fight for their lifes, in order to survive. The place turned macabre, into a blink of an eye. People were watching, scared, as the dead body fell on the ground, meeting with the ground, once and forever. But, there was one man in front of him. Part of the swarm, shivering and looking at him, terrified. He didn't want to hurt him, as Jaron didn't want to harm him, either. He smiled and nodded, as the man fled, throwing the weapon on the ground.
Then, he looked at the other two persons. Ampelos and his guard, fighting people of the crowd, too. They were as competent as he was, but they were fighting so differently and less cruel than him. He rubbed his Gladius to the black coat, before sheathing it away from people's eyes.