Remy sat at the head of a table at his favorite bar The Weight of the World. He had taken a couple of drinks, not enough to get him drunk, but enough to have a nice buzz. But what was said by his grim looking party member had snapped him out of it.

“What did you say?” Remy put the mug down on the table. He did not want to spill it as he cracked his knuckles.

The man, Edge, was a Dual Wielder of his party. He was a head shorter than him and was good looking. His two blades rested on the table, waiting to be drawn if it went the way he knew it was going.

His expression was grim and pained. “We talked about it. We want you out of the party.”

“Is this true?” He swung his head to the left and right, to the other members of his party.

Odette, the witch with the cone shaped hat, and silver hair, turned to him with a bored expressionless face. She easily answered his question. “Yes.”

Charlotte, the priestess who wore the official white priestess robe of the church, clutched her hands together whispering her prayers.

The last member of the party, Pyra, the red haired dragonkin with black horns flipped him off with her black scaled finger and her tongue sticking out, mockingly.

“Get dunked!”

“I see.” He could feel his vein pop out of his forehead. He stood up, big and hulking. He was the biggest member of the group, at least as tall as a man and a half, and as big tough as a bear. He swept his black hair out of his eyes, so he could clearly see the people he was going to murder.

He looked at every single one of them. He could see the fear in their eyes. Charlotte trembled. Pyra glared readying for a fight she could not win. Edge cringed as he rested his hand on the hilt of his sword. It was only Odette that did not fear him. Instead, she yawned.

Remy gave her a nod of respect and wagging an accusatory finger at her.

“Smart of you to have taken my sword before we sat down.”

“I know you the best.” She flashed him a smile.

“You do!” Remy’s laughter started off small, before becoming maniac. When he stopped, he noticed that everyone in the bar had become silent. They watched him in a pregnant pause. Waiting for what happened next.

He kicked the table, hitting Edge in the stomach, and his blades flew off in the distance. Pyra leapt at him with the furiosity of a tiger. Remy dodged under her, his knees bent, he sprung upward, hitting her in the gut with a jump punch.

Her body smashed through into the second floor. He turned to deal with the next one. The Priestess was healing Edge, that wasn’t right. Remy stalked over to her, licking his lips in delight as he imagined himself stomping on Edge’s balls.

Odette stepped in front of him. She pointed her staff at him.

“Traitor!” Remy yelled. “I understand the rest of the idiots, but you are all right with this?! I made this Party when I named it Bloody Cross!”

She inclined her head to the side. “It’s a terrible name.”

“Oh, I see how it is.” He narrowed his eyes, shifting it to her and then to Edge. “You’re with him aren’t you? This is why I didn’t want a pretty boy! Of course, he was going to make a harem!”

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“Ew,” she said. “I would rather kiss a worm than be with him.”

Edge had been healed. He looked like he had been punched by those words, something Remy wanted to make a reality. Edge unsheathed his twin blades. One icy blue, and the other blazing red.

“Remy, we didn’t want to do it like this. We didn’t kick you out because I am in a relationship with Pyra and Charlotte.”

“I fucking knew it!” Remy roared, shaking the very foundation of the bar.

“But, but.” His hand was trembling just as much as his voice. “You didn’t let us finish. We plan to give you three thousand gold. That’s enough to live for five years in luxury.”

“Three thousand gold?” That piqued his interest.

Sensing that, Edge took a brave step forward. “But you have to know why we’re doing this. I don’t know how to say this in a nicer way, but you’re very lazy. You make us do all the work.”

“That’s because you’re all weak and need to train more.” Remy picked his ear with his pinky. When he pulled it out, he blew the ear wax at Edge. Edge winced at the glob of earwax on his midnight jacket.

“But we do all the work. We just feel that there isn’t a point to someone who doesn’t train or do his share.”

Remy blinked at that. He looked at Odette who was sitting down at another table drinking a mug of ale, Charlotte who kneeled at Pyra healing her. It seems at some point she had fallen down. She was completely knocked out, and frothing from an open mouth.

“Is that really how you see me?” He blinked at that.

“Yes.” Edge nodded.

That….that….

“Isn’t true!” His fist crushed the pretty boy’s face, and Edge blasted through the walls like a cannonball. “I’m going to kill all of you!”

“That’s my line!” Pyra leapt at him like a jumping spider.

Remy relished it, welcoming Pyra into an embrace. She thought she had him, as she opened her mouth ready to spill out her dragon’s breath. Her face contorted, and what came out was a cry of pain instead. Remy crushed her in his embrace.

“You always had the biggest boobs I’ve ever seen!” He whispered in her ear. “It’s too bad you didn’t want to become my woman.”

“I’d rather die than do that,” she said between her cries of pain.

“Let me grant that wish!” He snapped her back, and then went for the priestess who had pulled out the pile of meat that was once Edge.

He grabbed her by her head, laughing as he spun around like a top, reaching the apex of his spin. Her screams filled his air as he let her go like a slung stone. She blasted through the window and into the streets.

Remy turned to Odette. His eyes sparkled. “Now it’s your turn!”

Odette calmly put her mug down, wiping her mouth with her cloak’s sleeve. She did not get up. “I already called the city knights, they should be here at any moment-”

The door opened. A company of knights came rushing in and surrounded Remy.

Remy was shaking, but not in fear. But in anger.

“Wimp!” He pointed to her. “You won’t even fight me fair!”

“Why would I fight you, when I know it would be like fighting a dragon with a wooden spoon.” She rested her chin on her cupped hands.

“Remy, the Thirteenth Hero, we demand that you surrender.” The head knight took out a binding scroll ready to use at any moment. “If you don’t, we will have to use force.”

“Try me!” Remy yelled that resonated deep in his soul as he battled against the City Knights.

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INCIDENT REPORT

CASE NUMBER: ST-02587

INCIDENT: Bar fight.

REPORTING OFFICER: Pax DATE: Summerday 10 of Year 501

SUMMARY:

At about six in the evening, Remy, ranked thirteen out of thirteen of people with the title of Hero, attacked his former party members of Bloody Cross, after being voted out unanimously from the party he founded. It is known that the Hero was intoxicated, having drunken by the count from the bartender twenty pints of ale that night.

Three out of four of his former party members were brutally beaten near death, and the City Knights responding to the incident had to use elixirs to fully heal them. Out of the fourteen knights responding to the incident, all fourteen were also brutally beaten and had to have elixir applied to them.

It was only when the Remy’s Master entered the scene where Remy was incapacitated and taken to jail for the night. The battle was fierce enough to have destroyed not only the bar.

Property damage is still being verified, but just on a visual inspection, the bar: Weigh of the World has been completely destroyed. The buildings right beside it is in terrible shape.

Due to how much damage Remy has caused, we recommend that the Hero be stripped of his ranks until we can assess the damage and amount owed.