Within the shadows of the many discarded alleyways, The stench of filth and musky dew is prevent on the stagnant air. However in the almost pitch black path, the sound of pummeling could be heard echoing through the alleyway. As a few moment pass, it became eerily quite for an exception of faint footsteps as a man slowly emerges towards the dim light of a worn down lamp post. The figure of the person coming out was that of a rugged man with a beaten down coat and some well worn boots stood for a moment. Basking the light that would just vanish anytime soon.
The man look at his disheveled self and adjusted his coat. The air around him was scented with sweat and iron. As he was fixing himself up, anyone that was looking at his would see crimson liquid in contrast to his light complexion on his knuckles. As he shuffled in his pocket, He fished out a crooked cigar and lighter. Bring it to his scruffy face the lighter illuminated his face showing a haggard man who would sleep with one eye always open. As the light dance around his face, his eyes glowed a brilliant hazel hue as he inhaled the smoke from his cigar.
After finishing his cigar, he started walking through the maze like alleyways with a swagger as if he owns the entire district of Crow's Foot. But that was a far off dream due to the multiple crime families that fight over the territories every single day. Soon he was at the end of the Crow's Foot and then entering the docks he looked behind to view Crow's Foot while onlookers walked passed him in the decrepit bridge. In a boisterous tone, he shouted to himself "One day this entire place will belong to Vlad and everyone will be paying me tribute." laughing his way to a cheap bar to enjoy himself.
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Part 2
In a bar called [The World's End] at the edge of docks that is currently being owned by one of the medium sized crime families who call themselves The Lampblacks; which have multiple smuggling rings from the Docks and Crow's Foot. At one of the VIP tables sat two well dressed individuals. One was a girl in her early 20's, She had flawless bronzed skin being wrapped in a seductive red and black embroidered dress which emphasized her curves and a slit which raised all the way up her waist revealing her almost tender legs. Across from her was a gentleman whose figure was that of a skinny almost malnourished man who looked older then he was actually is in his mid 20's. The same bronzed skin but abound with freckles and moles,wearing a button up polo with his sleeves rolled up, his pants were black with suspenders holding it up.
As he was tapping the floor with his polished dress shoes, The girl spoke up in a almost sinfully playful voice "Well how are we going to remove the Red Sashes from the docks? hmmmm.. I dough the ever so clever Ingram will be in a slump to actually not have a plan for once." Ingram retorted in a mono-toned sigh " Aspashia, your no better. Since more of the time you've just been cuddling up to Baszo to take care of you." Aspashia was about to retort to Ingram they both heard a commotion coming from outside the bar.
Outside of the bar where the street was surrounded by pedestrians and onlookers, the unthinkable happened. The Red Sashes have brought some goons to try and disrupt the establishment of their rival crime family. They could be identified with the red sashes around their waist and their more expertise of their unusual fighting style using those sashes.
They where trashing up the front of the bar as they use their sashes with weighted balls tighten on to the them as whips, smashing the windows. Aspashia and Maxwell rushed to the front door to try and stop them. As They look at their surroundings they could see 5 red sashes all start targeting them now. then one of the goons whipped their sash towards Aspashia, she closed her eyes as Ingram was about to try himself in front of her while using his arms to shield himself from the pain...
However, Ingram never felt the shearing pain those sashes dealt, as Ingram opened his eyes. He show a tall figure of a man twice his size stands in front of him. Dressed in a rugged coat and crimson liquid dripping from where his head was struck. The man turned towards the red sashes and grab onto the sash and grab the goon towards him.
"Well well, a turf war and I'm in the crossfire. Looks like you guys need a lesson in hitting random people." dawning sinister grin on him. Vlad grab the sash and dragged the goon towards him as he curb stomp the masked goon onto the pavement. His head making a crunching sound as it connects to the ground.
As blood started to pool around the head of the person on the ground everyone was stunned, but they couldn't was another second. So the other four red sashes rushed towards Vlad thinking that he won't be able to handle all of them as once. Ingram seeing the chance to have some payback for the windows being smashed grabbed a loose wooden frame and throwing it at the closest goon rushing Vlad. In the second that the frame missed and and distracted the goon, Vlad did a massive haymaker sending the person crashing into another goon. As the 4th goon was about to whip Ingram, Asphasia fired a shot with her small flintlock and disarmed the goon. Seeing the overwhelming disadvantage the speechless goons ran away.
As soon as the 4 ran away while dragging their barely breathing comrade away, Vlad fueled by adrenaline and rage was about to chase before blacking out. After seeing Vlad collapses, Ingram and Asphasia looked at each other as he falls into the pavement. They stared at each other and nodded... Dragging his unconscious body inside the bar, They patch him up underneath the bar in a hidden cellar. The two are now pondering on whether this unconscious and oblivious person laying down on their makeshift medical bed is a blessing or a curse in their hands.