Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Rezar woke up to the sound of a loud explosion, at first he thought it was morning due to how bright it was, but when the light began to fade, the deep but still bright gloom of darkness was prevalent to show him that it was without a doubt the middle of the night. Valka had already been de-summoned so Rezar was the only one left in the room. He picked up his scythe and went towards the window of his room, however the room itself was facing towards the mines so he couldn't find out exactly what was going on.

He shrugged his shoulders and made his way out of his room, going down a few flight of stairs he came up to the entrance of the inn. There were quite a number of people there, but none of them looked like guests or patrons. A few of them were the serving girls he recognized, while others seemed to be members of the same organization seeing as they all had greyish hoods with the sign of an eye of their heads. Rezar turned to the innkeeper, or the Matron as she was called and asked.

"What's going on out there?" the old lady smiled at him as she said.

"It would cost you a little fee for that information." Rezar looked at her with a bland look, causing the smile on her face to become strained as for some reason the woman felt extremely unnerved by the look on her face. It was at that moment she heard Rezar's stomach rumble with hunger, causing her eyes to shrink to a pinprick as she stared at him, ready to take action.

Granted there was a significant amount of chaos going on outside right now, but history alone has told them that the man, no! the creature in front of them was one that was extremely dangerous even with stats in the low tiers. Ultimately he was the biggest threat within this village and not what was going on out there. Rezar shifted his gaze, his blue eyes bleeding away as it became red and gold, his fangs slowly sliding out of his gum as he began to feel an unbearable itch at the back of his throat.

From what he could understand it seems his hunger is only sated after feeding for just a day, by the time the night rolls around, he would be extremely starving. For one that was a good development, but he couldn't help but imagine that his body was reacting that way due to the nocturnal habits of vampires, blood is what they eat. He walked out through the doorway, reassuring himself that no matter what he wouldn't be back here again, then he paused and went back in.

"Where's the information I paid for and you promised me." The matron wanted to say something, but she refrained and instead gave Rezar a thick book, Rezar didn't even check the information inside as he walked back out, and right into the path of rapidly flying flaming arrow.

The arrow completely burrowed through Rezar's brain, making his vision and his entire body go blank for a moment as his body crumpled to the ground like a doll whose strings had been cut off. The Matron and everyone else took in a deep breath, shocked at how easy it was to kill Rezar, sure they were much stronger than him, but the records, though severely embellished for the providence of eloquence, had made vampires seem invisible and incapable of ever coming to harm.

With skin as tough as iron, and reflexes as sharp and as swift as the wind. Compare that to what they just saw, and they were severely disappointed. But the looks of surprise were not completely wiped off their face when Rezar picked himself up, and dusted his coat, blood still trickling down the side of his head, before coming to a stop, causing everyone else in the inn to take another bout of deep breaths. Rezar turned his annoyed gaze to the left where a group of what he could only consider bandits and robbers were looting and pillaging the village.

He noticed the person who had shot an arrow through his head, he was pissed off to no end, but never the less he was okay. He picked up his scythe, drawing comfort from its dull vibration as its edges lit up to become bright reddish orange and very hot. He took a step forwards, swinging the scythe over his head and dissecting a bandit dragging a chest close to him in half. The cut was so precise, that the back of the bandit where the strike had been made, split open to show a perfectly pristine spine, intact and untouched. But the shock was not over yet as he surged forwards and placed his lips on the neck of the bandit and took a big gulp.

Feeding on the battlefield didn't seem like such a good idea, but it was such a rush that he couldn't resist. He could feel the blood flow down his throat as the sounds of the bandit's rapidly pounding heart filled his immediate surroundings. It was exciting and intoxicating, and it was quite therapeutic, as he was still pretty much annoyed at the Order of the Innkeeper.

Rezar shifted the blade of the scythe to the side to defend against another arrow flying for his head, while this one wasn't as fast as the last, it packed quite a punched, so much so that the supercharged plasma cutter on the edge of the scythe blade sliced into Rezar's head, taking a chunk of his skull with it.

A lot of people winced and cringed in discomfort at the bloody sight, but contrary to their expectations, Rezar did not fall over as he took a few steps backwards to stabilize himself and face off against the archer that really didn't want to live again. The archer had already strung another arrow and was about to let it loose at Rezar, but all Rezar could do was smile, after all this was going to be a challenge.