Thread: Behind the Mask FoxWriter/HellRazor

The hilly farmland was surprisingly quiet despite the heap of metal and wood falling from the sky only recently. Small streams of smoke billowed up here and there from the wreckage strewn around the field. Dark clad figured moved through the wreckage picking at the piles, occasionally pulling a body, or a few pieces, from the scrap. The crew was spread out in their search so it had made it easier picking off the outliers, leaving only four searching the largest pile. Two had taken a break and were pulling out cigars as Kalibar approached them, nodding at them politely when they looked his way. He wore a simple brown bowler hat that matched the brown vest and slacks that clung to his lithe muscularity. A simple, long sleeve black shirt was underneath, the cut generous to allow for better movement. It wasnt his normal look but the leather forearm guards were that kept the sleeves in check so they didnt interfere with his draw. A brown leather holster hung at a slant on his hips with a black powder revolver firmly tucked into for an easy right hand grab. A saber bounced against his right hip that was held in a matching scarab and belt that slanted across his other hip. He wore a simple strip of cloth over his mouth like the other thugs while tight leather gloves concealed his hands. Mind if I have one, he asked the two as they pulled their masks down. Go get your bloody own, the one with the squirrely face and ugly green, tattered jacket. Had to scrounge these of some rich bugger and try to not get blood all over them. He nodded as he took stock of the other two out of the corner of his eyes. Just then, metal scrapped in the pile as something shifted drawing everyones attention. In that spilt second, he moved with lightning speed, drawing the saber first. It slashed across the two mens throats cleanly it took them a moment to realize they were dying, gasping for air. The sword fell to the ground with a thud as he reached down and cleanly rocked the revolver out of the holder. Smoke billowed from his hip as he shot the other two dead as they moved to react to his attack, their bodies draping across the jagged debris. Crouching down, he holstered the gun and plucked up the sword to sheath it before grabbing the cigars the dead men had spilled, stuffing them in the small bag he wore across his body. Careful of the wreckage, he slowly moved towards the disturbance that had drawn everyone attention, his eyes roving over everything. Hed assumed he was on a fools errand when hed been given this request, and looking at the mess around him, he was assured it was but hed agreed to try. Suddenly, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye and he stared in shock at the tattered, bloody figure moving among the wreckage. For a moment he could have thought it was a wraith but she made strangled noise and it broke him from his stupor. He treaded through the wreckage with as much care as he could until he made it to the young woman, reaching a careful hand out to touch her shoulder. Easy, dear, he said quietly. You are alright but you look hurt. Im going to help you. Glancing around and then behind him, he knew he had to get her to a better place to work so he slipped an arm around her back and one behind the back of her legs. With a quick, steady movement, he scooped her up in to his arms and held her gently against his chest knowing it would probably hurt but hoping the necessity of moving her didnt make things worse. He was careful to move beyond the bodies of the hunters and towards a lone flat back, horse drawn cart, setting her down on the open back. My name is Kalibar, he said, working too quickly to bother thinking of an alias. How do you feel? Is there anywhere you cant move or causes a great deal of pain? I want you to take deep breaths and focus on me. His voice was soft and smooth like well-worn leather. Do you remember what happened?