2018, outside the Inn, ???
Randy, after walking for hours, had finally reached the unknown city around midday. Exhausted he carried forward but nonetheless always keeping his right hand at his holster. After a few minutes he came across a huge plaza where he witnessed something that blew his mind. Aliens fighting with weapons that should only belong to uncivilized folks from the past? Where they retarded? Why would they swing a sword if they could instead just gun someone down? It puzzled him but on the other hand relieved him somewhat of his anxiousness to be shot down by some kind of energy weapon or something like that if you believed in stuff like stargate or star trek as some of his friends did.
He watched the duel from beginning to end and gloated at his advantage over these fools as he watched them fight a bloody battle which ended with the man dieing to the woman. He thought to himself, if that idiot had had a gun he wouldn't have to die. What a fool, or something of that kind indicated by the arrogant grin that had formed on his face.
After the duel was over he walked away within the dispersing crowd always keeping an eye on his surroundings and trying to spot something to eat. God, he was starving for a steak or something similar. Before in the woods he had tried hunting for animals but failed misrably since he couldn't find any animals or even tracks of them.
He walked down the main road off of the plaza and spotted an apple that must have fallen down a fruit stall or somewhere else. Hurrying over before anyone could recognise something was missing with all his attention on the apple he didn't perceive or didn't care to perceive a group of people that crossed his way.
Rushing into the group he shoved and pounced his way through not putting these people into his eyes, after all who could endager him with his gun in this uncivilized world?!
"Watch out man!"
"Hey, be careful!"
"What the-!"
"Out of my way god damnit!", Randy barked at a man dressed in a red tunic that tried to stop Randy in a calming way in order to avoid someone getting hurt by his actions.
"Get your fucking hands off of me you mongrel!", Randy nearly screaming at the man ripping the mans hands off of his shoulders, his madness finally starting to overtake his careful self-preservation that had kicked in previously but now knowing that he was like a king in this foreign land he fell back into his old schemes.
"Whoa, calm down friend, no need to be so angry.", the man tried to calm him down.
"Shut the fuck up and move your god forsaken asses away from me or I swear to god I'll fucking kill you where you stand!", Randy now fully enraged pointing his finger at the man before him.
Hearing Randys words the mans face grew serious all of a sudden. "Are you challenging me from warrior to warrior?", he asked Randy in a calm but serious tone. The group behind him grew serious as well. Today they had witnessed their leader getting killed by the moons embrace already and had shed their virginity when it came to the path they were fated to walk down andlost all playfulness with which they had trained before in order to become fullfledged warriors.
"What the fuck are you talking about? You can stick your warrior bullshit up your tight ass for all I care. I'll only repeat this once more. Get the fuck out of my way or I'll put a bullet through your head!", Randy now fully screaming with spit flying from his mouth as he indulged in his speech obviously drunken by the feeling of having the power to do as he pleases.
One minute passed without anyone doing anything or saying anything until the man in red spoke up again.
"Bullet? I don't know what that means but it seems to me that you are indeed challenging me. Prepare youself then and draw your weapon.", the man spoke while drawing his broadsword indicative of the group of the fierce swords that he belonged to. "I, Moria, member of the fierce swords, challenge you, under the supervis- BANG".
Confusion written all over the mans face, he stared in disbelieve at the metallic little canon in his opponents hands where light grey smoke started rising from after the loud noise sounded out. Feeling a strong stinging pain from his chest he looked down only to discover that his already red clothes soaked themselves in an even darker red color originating from his pouring blood. Still not understanding what just happened his vision turned black and his collapsed where he stood, dead.
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Everyone was rooted to where they stood, unable to understand the situation. Just as the warrior, calling himself Moria, was about to start the official ritual between warriors to commence a duel, the challenger as it seems had pulled out something and after the loud noise had sounded, Moria just collapsed.
His friends and comembers, after regaining their wits, woken up by resounding hysterical laughter, entered a state of rage by the dishonorable way their friend had lost his life and shifted their burning gazes from Moria to Randy who was still laughing slightly.
"How DARE you dishonor a fellow warrior and the gods like this! Do you know no shame?!", one of the warriors yelled at Randy in an incensed manner.
"What, do you want to die like this dog as well? Come on then you mongrel and I'll put you to sleep as I did to him, hahahaha!" Randy yelled back, waving his gun in the warriors direction trying to show off his superiority.
"That's it! You are undeserving of the respect and honor given to a fellow warrior! I will put you down to not further sully the path with your presence!", drawing his sword and preparing to rush towards Randy.
"BANG, BANG, BANG!", three loud noises sounded yet again as Randy fired three continued shot towards the man who had just insulted him like that.
"You like that, you mongrel shit?! hahahaha!", Randy spat out towards his target.
"Don't think your little pitiful tricks will work twice!", the warrior spoke, not having three bleeding holes in his torso, like he should have in Randys mind. Instead something unbelievable was happening. The bullets fired from Randys gun were hovering one meter in front of the warrior still spinning, caught in something Randy could not identify. It was invisible and yet you could see it, like a coat made from heat that was rising from too hot asphalt it surrounded the warrior one meter in every direction.
"What the fuck is- *pling*pling*pling", with three metallic sounds the once hovering bullets fell to the ground as the warrior rushed towards Randy.
"Now you shall die!!!", the warrior yelled.
"Get away from me you alien shit!", Randy screamed back in fear firing his last two shots in despair, hoping to slow that man down so he could run away.
"Tsk, no honor, even in death", the warrior spoke his used his sword in a cutting fashion from over his head, splitting Randys skull, who stood there with wide eyes for a few more seconds before collapsing and dieing on the spot.
Jerking his blade out of Randys skull and waving it to the side to free it from blade the warrior turned around and picked up his comrade together with the others help in order to put him to rest next to their former leader.
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2018, Inn "the cocked chicken", ???
Dorian was still dumbfounded after the scene he had witnessed outside on the street.
So this Aura thing is real... and not even a gun can penetrate it. Unbelievable... I guess the man that pulled that gun out was in a similar situation as I am, though I hope I don't look as crazy as him.
"Where can I learn more about Aura and how to use it?"
Grinning Wang Fei answered: "I thought you would be interested. I can take you to the Pyramid later if that is your wish, but if you can truly become a warrior and walk the path to the stars that is not something that I can help you with, if that should be the core of your desire to know more. I will bring you to "the sons" and they may be of help to you..."
"The sons? Is that a pseudonym or something?", Dorian asked puzzled.
"Yes, something like that. The sons is only the short version that the common folk uses. Normally they are called "The sons of Horus". Have you ever heard that name before?", Wang asked his watchful eyes on Dorian whos eyes widened in shock at hearing that term.
"You gotta be shitting me...", Never would I have thought that even in a different world this theme wouldn't let go of my mind. What shitty yet sweet tasting luck I do have. Dorian thought with wide eyes, but slowly a wide grin forming on his face.