PROLOGUE

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I sniff the air and smell the faint scent of gunpowder and blood. The rusted floor of the warehouse was littered with items knocked over, clearly someone went through here in a hurry.

the nearby wall is also stained with bloody marks of a hand, "I guess that means he was also wounded." I silently say to myself as I follow the blood stained trail on the walls.

The bloodstains eventually lead me to a long hallway, made dirty by the passage of time, but one could tell it had once been beautifully and painstakingly made by a master who carved designs of old kings and their likeness on the walls, now stained by my quarry's blood.

At the end of the hallway was a doorframe, clearly where a door should have been. Remains of metal could still be seen hanging by the hinges, the door itself was mostly destroyed, someone ripped it off, Which left 2 possibilities in my mind as to who caused all of it was. It was either a man using a steam powered exosuit, as it could give someone frighteningly inhuman strength or it was a Mage, using magic to blow the door open or one that commanded a golem to tear it open for him. Either way, this was bound to be a difficult fight, especially in close quarters, with only a few places to hide and use for cover, I would no doubt be at a disadvantage.

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I drew the two guns from my holsters, two master crafted pistols that gleamed slightly because of the small sun rays piercing through the small holes in the old roof of the rundown warehouse. I checked my clips and ensured that they were ready the cocked my guns.

I quickly entered the room and pointed my weapons towards the figure in the corner.

"HOLD IT, ASSHOLE!" I shout towards the person in the room.

It was then I realized, there were 2 people already locked in combat before I even arrived.

A man in an ill-repaired powered suit clashing the suit's steam powered claw against the other man's glimmering blue blade.

I sigh and say to myself  "Fucks sake, this just got a whole lot more complicated." While grimacing on the events that lead to this event.