M. Brawler

“ The only rule a Brawler needs, is to clear your mind of all rules. ” There was always fighting for sport in the alleys of Hendon Myre... No-holds-barred fighting. Ruthless competition in which the loser usually pays with his life; or an arm or leg, if they're lucky... Although it was clearly illegal, alley fighting became more popular as the world became more chaotic. Eventually, it became so widespread that even the government could not interfere. Male Fighters who are known as Brawlers had their beginning as these wagering fighters in the very same alley. Sewer Princess Faris, the leader of Female Brawlers, was never fond of them because "They don't take the life of humans seriously." It is said that some people from Suju came to the alleys in Arad, and taught those who wished to learn how to street fight. They added what they learned from observing Faris's fighting, to the weapons they made, and crafted a new style of their own, that they call "Brawling". The few remaining Male Brawlers alive today are very dangerous. They are used to no-holds-barred fighting. The fact that they are still alive, means they have beat the ultimate survival game. It means that they are extremely cunning, nasty, and just cruel. “ I will end the tragedy in this world! ” Oh Rampager, the god of war... The world is in chaos. Though the creatures from hell run rampant, humans kill each other for their own greed. Their screams fill the sky and their meaningless death cause angels to cry tears of blood that taint the ocean red. Dear Rampager, Isn't it time you make your presence known? With blinding lightning and ear shattering-thunder, aren't you supposed to use your might to take away lives, destroy this world and end this chaos?! Why must you remain silent! How much more cries of agony must you hear?! Rampager... Please come down and end this tragedy. And take this life also... one that is blind by the sorrow of losing her children, and now is merely dragging her life along the ground of this meaningless world. - Prayer of a Forsaken Mother “ The world plays at my standard from now. ” A fool once told me that light will be swallowed up by darkness That same fool advised to hide for your life But look, which one of us ended up dying first? Fools who run because they're scared, or avoid conflict because it's dirty I'm not saying the weak should try to fight the strong But how long are you going to just sit on your ass? Life in the back alley is unforgiving and Those who curse the world can get out From now on, I am the rule By becoming the darkness, I'll devour everything Watch closely, this will be an entertaining fight “Ugh… you dirty…!” The big man fell with a heavy sound. His body was covered in dozens of needles, and there were some marks of being hit by blunt weapons. Most of all his poisoned skin was going under such an unsightly necrosis, Some of the crowd walked away from the nauseating sight. Their eyes naturally turned to the one eyed man who had taken him down. The crowd had gathered for a violent fight, but his unexpected cruelty seemed to have given some of them a foul mood. The condemning eyes all struck the man like needles. But the man’s expression remained unchanged. “Dirty?” He brought his mouth close to the big man’s ear. “Since when is a ‘deathmatch’ ever dirty?” The big man was already letting foams out of his mouth and couldn’t hear him, But he was pretty much telling that to the audience. He tossed away the big man and turned towards the crowd that surrounded him. “All of you are too soft. It’s like watching children play.” At his insult the crowd’s rage finally reached the boiling point. “Arrogant prick!” “Kill him!” Some walked forward with weapons in hand. Being unable to handle his insult seemed like a fitting excuse, But they were all those who had bet on the big man. It was closer to letting off steam than retaliating to the insult. With the curtains rising for a new deathmatch, the crowd began placing their bets again. The man seemed to have anticipated this and let his arms down. Dozens of metal chains rang crudely as they fell. At the sudden sound of chains the crowd turned their eyes to him again. “Tell everyone.” His face finally began to show emotion. At his cold smile all who witnessed it froze as though time had stopped. “I have returned to fix this pathetic backstreet.” The man broke the silence and began swinging his arms wildly. The chains flew and struck the nearby buildings like whips, as though they agreed with him. The buildings collapsed like papers and the boulders began falling on the crowds. A horrible scenery filled with screams. A true pandemonium. And amongst it all, the man finally began smiling madly. Then he whispered as he tossed the bomb in his hand. “If you’re still alive, that is.” A thick dust cloud with explosions covered the backstreet.