Crimson Night Back Street (open)

[Mathis Ambrose]

The back streets of the nocturnal industry island Illusia. While on the main streets the rich and ignorant walked without a care, the back streets and alleyways were home to less civilized people. Brutes and wannabe pirates, thugs and the island's criminals. All hung out in these parts of town to drink booze and hang out without worry. No one who walked the main streets really ventured down these parts for fear of their own lives. However, tonight was rather different. A man dressed in a form black suit with a red overcoat and hat walked down one of the alleyways of Illusia. There were some brutes who were here that gave him the death stare, though the man only grinned as he looked at these people through his orange spectacles. The man would head into a nearby bar that was cluttered by barabaric men drowning themselves in booze. The man would go and take a seat at the bar, the men growing quieter as they glared at the person who did not seem to fit in around this area.

The man at the bar would grin as he put some beri on the counter. "Some rum please bartender. I haven't had a drink in quite some time." Some men at a nearby table, 3 meters away or so, would stand while still staring at him. He would notice this and look back a bit. "Are you sure it's wise to try and start a fight with Illusia's Crimson Hunter? I will be more than happy to end your lives today if you insist." It was Mathis Ambrose, the Crimson Hunter in Illusia who was known for being psychotic and gruesomely hunting down people at random for the sole fun of doing so. Upon hearing what he called himself, the men became nervous and hesistated. All but one would retake their seat as Mathis would get his glass of rum. "You are a brave one, or just very suicidal." Mathis would take a drink of his rum, and at that same moment, a gun shot would ring in the bar.

The man that was standing would fall to the ground, a bullet in his chest causing him to bleed out. As Mathis' right side, his left hand could be seen holding a flintlock with smoke coming from the barrel. He had reached into his pocket and pulled out the gun in his pocket to end the man who refused to back down. There was total silence for several moments as Mathis finished his rum. When he put the glass back on the counter, a large fight broke out in the bar. Glasses smashing, tables being flipped, people being hit with chairs. Pure and total violence braking out in the bar thanks to Mathis' actions. He would stand and turn around, pulling out another flintlock from his coat using his right hand. "Let the massacre begin." A look of insanity crossed his eyes as he jumped up onto the counter right behind him, aiming and shooting down another man in the bar with ease.

[Rose S. Winchester]

Dirty, this whole bar was filthy compared to Rose's pristine self. A thick layer of filth lined the tables, and the residents within were just as disgusting. All of them looked like the kind of people you'd find out on the seas. Pirates, brigands, scum of the world. Rose may be counted as one of them, but she never considered herself to be part of their ilk. She was of a class above them, and the very thought that they might try and touch her made her skin crawl. The anxiety was upon her and she almost hoped that one of them would attempt such an act so she could sate her thirst placing an arrow right in their throat. However, maybe she wouldn't have to worry about getting things started.

Things had already gotten started over at the bar as a man in a red trench coat was being harassed by one of the low life criminals that hid away in this pit. Rose ran a finger over the beautiful black wood of her crossbow, her thorns hungry to taste the blood of innocents. She swung her boots up onto the table, leaning back and stroking her bow as the gunshot rang out, silencing everyone in the bar as the Harasser fell to the ground bleeding out. Then the fighting broke out, chairs glasses and tables shattered and scattered over as each tried to get the upper hand in the fight. Obviously the man with the gun would win in the end. Rose couldn't let him have all the fun though.

Her bow flicked up from her hip, launching an arrow quickly into one of the men before he could follow through with his plan to smash a chair over another's head. The black shaft sticking out of the side of his head as if it had always been there, Rose fading into the darkness along the wall as she searched for the next target. All of the violence was starting to get her smile going, a devilish grin spreading across her face as she launched another arrow into one of the men. In all the confusion none of them took note of her lithe body stalking the boundaries of the battle field. She had a bigger fish in mind right now though, not specifically to kill him, but to get the red one's attention.

Launching an arrow after taking her careful aim, she planned to plant an arrow into the side of his gun, hitting or not it was sure to get his attention. As he looked over she would be there, grinning her sneaky little grin and giving a tiny wave. Her crossbow in hand, aimed towards him with another arrow already ready for firing. "Hey there killer."

[Mathis Ambrose]

Ambrose had gotten himself caught up in the bloodlust of slaughtering the men around him. He would take a couple shots into the heads of some of the men, while bashing the skulls of others with the butts of his guns. Blood was pooling on the floor, causing some men to slip and fall. Other men were busy beating each other to death, which meant Ambrose did not have to worry about them. All was perfect in his mind until Ambrose noticed something he did not expect. A flying arrow heading into the head of an unknown man. It wasn't his ammo, for he used flintlocks. Someone else was here killing off men with a weapon, and Ambrose wanted to know who. Just maybe there would be someone here that could provide a challenge to him; someone worth hanging their head on a mantle for.

As Ambrose looked around as another went flying. He wanted to know who was shooting down men. It was then that he saw something he was waiting for. An arrow coming at him. Ambrose would quickly aim one of his guns and fire, his bullet colliding with the arrow. The result would be shards falling to the ground. It was then that Ambrose would see a young lady with a crossbow. A young lady with a petite stature, making sense to why he would not easily take notice of her. A bold and brazen girl that had the guts to challenge the psychotic pirate. He grinned as she took aim once more and gave a greeting. "Killer",.....an unrefined term, but he did not expect her to understand the elegant nature of what he did. Loading his guns once more, he would give a malicious grin while staring at her through his orange glasses. "You are a bold young lady to shoot at someone like me. Of course I do not expect you to understand for you are still young."

Ambrose would take aim with his flintlocks at the young girl. "Slowly tearing your head from your neck and nailing it to the wall might teach you though." With that, a man would fall in between them from being knocked down by another man. Ambrose would quickly move around this person and rush in low, taking a shot at the girl. He had to be careful because the area was littered with scum that would constantly be obstacles. While normally he would prefer to be alone with his targets to make them suffer, he figured that the dynamic battle field would prove an interesting challenge for them this time around. Shooting around and through the filth to try and take the opponent down. Oh the fun that would prove.

[Rose S. Winchester]

Starting with the Macho man talk already, just because he shot her arrow out of the air. She rather liked that arrow, they were all so perfectly uniformed and beautiful, streaking through the emptiness of the night before staining their black beauty with the crimson liquid. There was nothing as beautiful as her arrows as they pierced her targets flesh, it's only rival was the look of pain and fear plastered on their face as they frantically tried to cling to life. This one would be no different than the others, he was just another man thinking he could handle a delicate flower like a rose. Her thorns would always prove them wrong. The whole bar was becoming a blood bath, going to make it difficult to maneuver in, especially without getting the blood on her clothes.

The fleeting distraction wasn't enough to throw Rose off of her game as she moved on instinct the second the man came into her peripheral view. The eyes of a skilled marksman took in all around them, leaving the area no mysteries to hide from her. Following the opposite path of the Red one, Rose slipped over to the bar, letting his bullet put a nice round hole in the wall she had been in front of. Taking the high road, she nimbly walked ran on the bar, taking a shot at the man's back while making her way to the opposite side of the bar. Distance was a virtue in this fight, almost as important as watching where you're going. "Such bold words from such a bland man."

The crowd was starting to thin out it seemed, more dead bodies lying around than live ones would make maneuvering on the ground that much more difficult. So many accidents could befall the two fighters, but Rose was going to make certain that nothing would ruin the thrill of her hunt as she loaded another thorn into her bow.

[Mathis Ambrose]

This girl was skilled indeed. She was able to dodge a bullet flying at her and make her way to the bar with ease. He shouldn't be completely surprised as she was small and nimble. However, to dodge a bullet was still shocking, which just meant that Ambrose found a truly worthy opponent to fight. Maybe even better than that marine he fought last week. The crowd was thinning, which would mean that obstacles would be few. It wouldn't be a terrible problem just yet as he could still weave around those that were still alive. Dead bodies could be hidden around or under if there is a long enough diversion. With pools of blood on the floor, he could try and knock some into her eyes to temporarily blind her long enough to shoot her down. So many options on how to deal with the girl. However, would any of them work?

Ambrose continued to weave through the crowd, an arrow meant for him piercing through a man he went behind. She was very accurate, which made her troublesome. Ambrose would not be able to turn his back to her without putting himself in danger. He quickly turned around to see her on the bar counter. It was a good vantage height, but also put her at a disadvantage. It left her as an open target, while he had the remaining ruffians and furniture to use to his advantage. Ambrose would quickly aim and fire at her again before ducking and weaving through the crowd. His plan was to get outside in the darkness, where visibility was a bit limited, but would prove to be a bit more interesting. "You'll need to come up with a better insult than "bland". It gives me no inspiration to want to torture you in unimaginable ways before hanging your mutilated corpse in the town center for all to see. Show me hate, anger, the passion to kill. Make the effort of destroying a child worth it's effort!"

Ambrose would continue to move around the remaining brutes, heading for the door while keeping sharp focus on the girl. He was about 3 meters away at this moment, which still left some distance before the real fun begun. He knew that he would not be able to bring the battle outside so easily, so he was more focused on what the young girl would do. In his mind he saw her as someone similar to himself, which made him curious. He was able to pull the trigger at the girl, so she wasn't the person he was looking for. However, the thought of another similar to him set his blood ablaze with excitement, so he wanted to draw out the battle for as long as possible in order to enjoy the moment.