"Who are you? Why did you kill that man? Do you want revenge? Why are the Gla'en attaking everything? I must know everything and why my people attack here. Did you do something to them?" Bombshell didn't want to explain he just wanted to know what's going on.

"The Gla'en are anti-peace. My organisation is a peacekeeping one. I did nothing to them until tonight. They had already done something to me. The man I killed in particular."

"Really? Then why am I different I'm Gla'en, but I'm not anti-peace. I'm just a Gla'en thief 'cause someone hired me. I'm Bombshell who are you?"

"Because you're sane. My name is of no importance to you."

"Really. The man who was he? I just think that he was someone I knew, but I don't remember.

"I knew not his name. All I can tell you is that he took the life of somebody very close to me. Several people."

"I see. I'm sorry for what I have to do next. I have to kill you no one ever gets away with knowing my name unless their a thief and I know you're no thief."

"You'de be surprised..." said Kardin, holding up Bombshell's weapon.

"How did you... So you are a thief, but I have never met anyone who is faster than me. Ok so maybe I won't kill you... at least not for awhile. Are you sure you didn't know the man's name?

"I'm sure."

"Well then you said he killed people. Were they of your kind?"

"If you mean Gorbonwitz, yes. Three of them."

"Well that wasn't the man I was looking for then. Hm... I wonder. Did you kill any other people?"

"Unfortunately, I don't remember. Memories of Rages as high a level as that are usualy incredibly hazy if at all."

"??? Well that didn't help. Let me make it more clear to you. I'm looking for this guy um... darn... oh yeah. Vars someone put me on a job to kill him, since I'm so sneaky."

"I got the impression. I'm afraid I don't know who this 'Vars' is." he lied. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do, and you have to get out of my home. Now."

"Ok but give me back my sword so I can find someone who knows who he is." Hm... is he lieing? I just wish I could read people's minds to find out if he's lieing. Oh well. Maybe I'll ask the man outside he might know who Vars is. Ziff thought.

Kardin tossed the sword out the door. He walked up a flight of stairs to a study and went in.

As Bombshell blasted fire at Vars, the assassin turned away and his cloak began to burn. He hastily pulled it off, showin that he was wearing another. He followed Bombshell.

Later, Vars stood in an alley, listening to the conversation between Kardin and Bombshell. As Bombshell left, Vars emerged from the alley. "I'm Vars Kaslerr," he said, his green eyes glowing in the light of the torches that illuminated the street. "I bring bad news for you, my friend." Vars held up the knife that Bombshell had been cut on. "All of my weapons are coated in lethal poison. In five hours, you'll be dead." There was a pause, the silence only interrupted by the steady beat of the rain. "Now hit me, if you can." Vars drew his swords and smiled. This should be fun.

"What! Poison... how... the... knife...? Then that man does know you after I'm done with you he's going down as well." Bombshell picked up his sword. "I don't need my sword but since you battle with swords so do I." Bombshell created a flame blade using his fire and his sword. "Ha! Beat that!" Bombshell had charged and created a flame bursting out of his sword.

"Big deal." Vars sidestepped the attack and tripped Bombshell, sending the warrior sprawling across the dirt. "You foolish human. Do you know whom you face?" Vars grinned, obviously enjoying this. "Now, let's have some fun, shall we," and he raced off into the night.

"Gr... heh fool. I tricked him I'm not following him. I'm after the liar." Bombshell went to the masion and blasted the door open. "I know you're hiding show yourself. You lied!"

Vars saw no one behind him and ran up the side of a building, using his momentum to perform a double front flip and land silently behind Bombshell, knocking him out with the hilt of his blade. Vars stepped over Bombshell's body and took his sword, throwing it into the rain.

ooc:I think there should be a chapter two now.

OOC: I concur. We've reached the post limit.

OOC: Good Idea. I'll get to to it.