sword-wielding

lower mortal rank

common

akill to use a long blade in combat

  upgradeable

sam knew he wasn't very skilled with a sword but lower mortal rank, 'what decide the rank, and what about how common the skill is? what kind of retirement must be met? I could definitely run experiments on this! I guess I should star wi-*slap!*" sam hit himself to end that train of thought. he could let the witch power influence too much, he already let it influence his outfit today he looked like a prince of darkness from a magical girl anime.

"How deep is my closet that I don't remember buying this?" causes he totally bought this at some point probably recently as it fit perfectly. adjusting the cape sam tried to do the basic kata he was thought," that old couple was right, I never used skill when I wield this sword," just the powers of his ability.' not that it changed their fates,' the particular set of memories brought a frown to sam's face. swinging his sword a little harsher than needed sam adjusted his stance trying to remember the basic rules of the sword wide, parrying, thrust, keep eyes on the opponent,' there more I know it and the last one is a general rule of fighting!"

shard of night was stopped mid-swing as sam felt a shiver down his spine. a threat! big threat! "so they've come at last" well sam hadn't gotten to prepare everything he wanted but at least the most useful things were done. dashing back into side sam sent out a message to his parents who were off updating the house insurance and daniel and Tyrone who was very likely to get wrapped up in this. as quickly as he could sam grabbed the things he prepared sling a large bookbag over his back, "there outside!" but they weren't attacking.

"so you have a plan, fine I'll bite." leaving the house he was faced with an army of hundreds, he felt no fear but simple excitement it been too long since he fought an army. bring his sword the ready sam looked over them their appearances varied incredibly so but in general, they were nice looking supermodel level. "foolish mortal who dare think they can control our master we challenged you to single combat matches!"

"HAHAHA! a war of attrition right! that a bright plan! I would totally go for it! but I have things to do and can't spend too much time playing! so for now hour of the demon. pure demonic energy burst from sam's chest enveloping him and the surrounding area in darkness "don't worry I'll leave you corpses in the biggest pieces possible! none of the beast force had a chance to think before an attack ripped through the army.

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this just in some kind of monster is tearing up one of the neighborhoods of the island, from what authorities can tell it after a group of humanoid beings. and while they can not offer more details at this time they arouse everyone that they are doing their best to protect the island and its people. the newscaster was then replaced by a blurry picture of a being shrouded in blake flowing clouds.

"I bet you a 5-star meal that's sam going wild!"

"that a suckers bet!" Natale responded to his wife while they drove back to their neighborhood to assist their child in his fight. *boom* but it seems the fight had reached them as a figure smashed into the ground before their car. "and you said the anti-collusion program was a waste of money." his wife told him o shut it as she claimed out of the car.

popping open the trunk she pulled out a Warhammer and what was basically a giant paintbrush. she tossed the brush to her husband just in time for a figure to climb out the crater. it didn't get father then that as the Warhammer came down on it ceasing its life, "that's so weird!" Natale had to agree with his wife watching the things turn to dust that blew away with the wind.

"that dangerous," she pointed to the gather black clouds. she could feel the energy in the air and it was like nothing she felt before, "I can't believe we're heading into that!" Natale commented before they headed out. it wasn't an easy trip having to fight their way through a hoard of puppets most wasn't an easy fight but they won if barely.

" holy shit that's our kid!" said kid was standing surrounding by piles of puppets some of them. sam turned to them and they were taken back by his expression it was pure savage joy, then he was gone and behind in a moment swing his sword. both parents spun around weapons ready, and all weapon crashed into the puppet dumb enough to sneak upon them." there about a dozen hundred more hiding around waiting for the chance to attack, hahaha!" with that sam disappeared once more sounds of battle popping up soon after.

"we'll let's join him!" Cora then ran off Natale before joining his family. in the sky above a small camera drone watched and recorded it all. they all knew it was there but they let it because it belonged to Tyrone, he was doing this in return for nutrition potions. not that sam planed to give him them at the same time, he was going to make sure Tyrone ate real food.

slashing through another puppet's neck sam stopped to check the number, "intruders!" some had entered the area, he appeared onto the roof near them." oH they arrived faster then I thought they would," it was the police and quite a few people from the guild," too bad I can't have they stay!" *SNAP* the sound from his finger rattled the buildings and ground.

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"that's your only warning! leave or face the demon hour." then with a wave of his hand, they were on their knee gasping in pain. by the time they looked to the roof, sam was gone his giggles in the wind. moving across the area sam dealt with even puppet he could find checking on his parent often, as time clicking on the progressively got more violently." how weak!" he crushed the chest of a puppet under his foot," I thought you all would be a danger but it seems your weak!" he was preparing potions, spell, favors, calling in favors but it was all unnecessary. half of the demon hour and he's decimated there more than half the army on his own," if it didn't go against my beliefs I would say I wasted my time."

growing a bit bored sam started toying/torturing them, ranging from giving then crushing the last hope to a feather duster. there were also a few things that could be mention in the company of the young or the squeamish." I should probably wrap this up soon," he was running out of time. ending the puppet he was taking apart in small pieces raven moved to a rooftop, he raised a hand to the clouds. "it been so long," he felt found before being over welled by savage joy " strike down demon lighting" numerous bolts of what looked like black lighting fell from the sky each stick a puppet no matter how they moved.

"some survived the attack?" now that was a surprise but not a bad one." they survived which meant they were pretty strong. closing his eyes he found the four that survived,' the closet is here' spin on his heel he grabbed the leg aimed at his face. spin more he threw the puppet to the next building, leaping after it Sam prepared his sword. he got halfway before it rose to its feet and jumped to meet him. they clashed sword to armored fist," so that how you survived!" the armor wasn't cutting in the face of his demon sword, which held100 times the demon power of the demon lighting he just used.

"but it won't save you from me!" striking out with a kick he ended the clash as he flew back the shard of night was charged with demonic power, about twice what it passive held. the moment his feet touched something solid he jumped back towards the puppet his attack interrupted by another one. this one had a mace going for a hit on the skull blocking it with night sam was annoyed to see it barely chip, "what are these weapons made of?" putting more power into the sword he groaned when realized that all four were surrounding him. he was going to run out of time in his form pretty soon 20-15 left maybe,' i should have started a countdown on my device."

dodging in between a mace, a whip, a chainsaw, and armored fists was not two hard but sam still wanted to gain some distance but these puppets were pretty Eagle on their feet,' if I could fl-i have verflucht wings in this form!" he promised to never let anyone one know of that brain fart as he flung himself into the air stretching out his leathery and furry wings. deemed high enough sam prepared to attack with his 19X charged sword before pausing, "I don't need to break through there I can just get around it." he knew just how to do that with the power he put into shard, "open gate of demon!"

"by our master's horn, what is that!"

"I don't know but I'm not staying to find out!" they all tried to one but once the gate sets its eye on you it would chase until it dragged you in, no matter how long it took! sam watched as the hundred of hands lashed out no two looked the same as the chased after the puppets the mace wielder decide to abounded his weapon, 'it was a smart choice', sam thought,' even if it only brought him more seconds. choosing to not too cruel sam blasted a wave of destructive force at them, only strong enough to make them stumble. in the same moment, he shut off his hearing the gate made all being scream and he didn't need more voice in his nightmares.

after the gate closed and the winged teen cheeked for surviving enemies twice over before deciding to the ground and powering down. "used enough power to keep the horns!" he knew it could be worse he also knew that this was going to be strange for his parent and friends to see. the fading adrenal was the only reason he swung shard at his mother after her arms wrapped around him, not a moment after dodging the weapons Cora hugged sam once again. "it fine, I'm unharmed!" she reassured her hired child. the horns were new but he once came home with a bunch of scared girls freshly assured from a trafficking ring.

"so did you enjoy the fight?" Natale asked leaning against his weapon he hasn't fought this much since, before sam, no the fight was against sam. he rubbed his head and pushed the memories away,' focus on the now Natale!' his wife was currently checking sam over for injury which the boy allowed despite the fact he was barely dirty." so what next?" he knew sam planned to be off the island while things calmed down. "I'm grabbing Tyrone and daniel along with Garry before heading off to a fun place. oh, those poor children.

"did they know they're leaving with you?"

"vaguely!" sam said without a hint of shame. when he was asked how he got Tyrone to agree the boy just smiled before mumbling something about middle ground before going off to pack his duffle bag. sending out a message for the others to do the same, on the way back to the house sam received many texts from daniel asking questions about what he should pack. he made his questions carefully because sam would totally have him pack for the cold then take them to a dessert, he told his raven friend that who didn't deny it.

"I'm pretty far into the demon mindset," demons were aggressive and that was only matched by their possessiveness. right now his entire body was vibrating in excitement that he was going to spend time with his friends and someone he looked after in a place where no one could see or touch them.' probably should say something like that out loud," slinging his bag over his back walking out of his undamaged house into the wrecked street which he crossed without a problem. Tyrone was packed but trembling a bit sam instantly dropped his bag to wrapped both arms around the younger teen," it'll be alright I promise that on the forces of !@@$@!"

Tyrone shivered this time form the energy he felt suddenly flooding the room wrapping around the two of them, it dispersed in the same moment he heard sam curse under his breath.[what was that?] sam hummed into Tyrone's hair before answering,' A promise on my demonic name, it not an urgent matter I'm more interested in how your feeling?"

[it stupid] in response to reading this sam stomped hard shocking, "no emotions are stupid!" he then began to aggressively comfort Tyrone until he was ready to leave. sling both bag and the younger teen on his back sam raced off to pick up Greg, literary he threw him on his back as well before changing course for daniel's mansion. the skin teen was out front of his house was a car waiting he was currently going over somethings on his device *BANG* "AAHH!" now he was on his ass after his horned friend landing a mere foot away.

"where did you come from!" he asked getting up. sam just pointed to the sky," that do- no what never mind! so where are we going?"

"a secret fun place I know about!" these words invoked a reaction within his friends as one,' i wanna go home!' they knew sam's idea of fun, "don't worry!" he could totally read their expressions, "there on the way I'll let something of mine get injured!" that was reassuring.

"wait- something of mine?"

"it best you point out weird things like that," sam did not explain as he started drawing on the ground.' this is way to differ from my curses, thankfully I brought a diagram' he pulled up on his holographic bracelet. "shit I messed up!" erasing the mistake he tried again the three other teens watched curiously they didn't understand what he was doing but water it was, he was stressed and focuses.

"there!" the horned raven declared after twenty attempts to get it right." so what is this" Garry asked looking over the incredible intricate thing he drew.

"a spatial movement spell circle, no it teleoperation it going to take us to the fun place, now get in!" they shared mildly worried looks but grabbed their things and stepped into the circle. sam chanted something under his breath and they were-