At another section of the city the Battle Dragons were in their mess hall drinking and dining. Unlike the War Dogs who believed in drunken revelry they were the opposite. Made of aristocratic members they lived more in luxury. Each matching white uniforms with a golden dragon upon their backs with two crossed swords. They all sat as gentleman and women at the long tables eating and chatting. Their leader sat at a table in the front of the hall with the other officers. He was a hulking man who sat up straight and had a serious face as he at his steak. He was a clean shaven man with wrinkles in the corner of his yellow eyes. He had a crew cut hair style and rings upon his hands. A servant approached filling up his glass after he raised it. He sipped the wine and continued eating. One of his lieutenants was speaking with another directly to the left of him. "Seems these incursions are causing unrest within the city. While the battle took place the city watch dealt with a protest group that turned into a riot" he began to gulp down wine. The second Lieutenant next to the commander nodded, "Yes I heard the reports as well. Seems this vigilante has inspired them to revolt. There is unrest in this city and the battle arena seems to be all the king cares about. They say he was inspired by the current King Slayer. Commander Sebastian what do you think?" He asked. The Commander was silent for a moment as he wiped his lips with a napkin and took a sip of wine.
"Time will tell if this King Slayer will take our king's life. While the vigilante on the other hand. Seems one would curb favor if this criminal was dealt with. To me looks like an opportunity" he said bluntly. "Opportunity sir? He's interrupted daily production in our city and weakened our forces by doing so" one lieutenant stated. He glared at them addressing their tone as insulant. He seem to correct himself darting his eyes downward. "Yes you are right he has weakened us. But our brigade stands strong and we aristocrats have the ability to take this city if we play our cards right. The king will ascend soon and that will leave a vacancy on the throne. One of us could be chosen to lead this city and dig it out of the mud where the War King has put it.'
'So taking care of this vigilante will curb favor with the current king if we dealt with him personally don't you think?" He asked looking at his subordinates that merely nodded. "What do we know of this vigilante anyway?" He asked. "Seems he leaves only one alive to tell the tale of him spreading his legend further. Only attacks key points that can weaken the king. Master at combat even the witnesses who are left are left beaten and crippled. He shows no mercy to his enemies but only to the regular folk" one stated. "Then you use that to weaken him. Use his own people against him. I'm sure the king knows this?" the commander stated.
He drained his glass and stood. "Keep sentries on high alert for any vigilante's" he jested. His subordinates laughed at his joke all but one who kept a serious face. "I am off to bed gentlemen" the men stood and saluted with fists over their hearts. "Good night sir" they said in unison. He then left as the other soldiers stood up and saluted as he left the mess hall.
He was greeted by a woman servant with glasses and carried a clip board. She was also in uniform. "Sir I have accounts of inventory like you asked and casualties are accounted for sir" she said in a serious tone. "Thank you Clarice" he took the forms from her. He began to read through the papers. "We lost eighty men?" He then paused in his tracks. "That son of a bitch Broken Sword commands twenty men and didn't lose any one! He was deep in the battle as we were?" He said with gritted teeth. Clarice backed away as his aura began to glow around him. He crumbled the paper in his hand. "Thank Clarice that'll be all. Dismissed" he said without looking at her. She immediately saluted and walked away. He walked to his quarters without any more interruptions.
/////////////////
Far off in the section owned by the Battle Dragons the Ghost Demon creeped in the shadows. He stealthy made his way towards their armory. Placing an explosive device upon the outside of the building out of sight. He then climbed to the roof and peered through the skylight looking inside the facility. He could see soldiers sitting at tables playing cards. Some standing at the doors and some walking the perimeter outside. Which was fine cause he didn't come to steal. 'Let's begin' he then removed two gas canisters and began to coat the roof with gas. He then walked backwards to the edge of the roof. Moved through the walls as he free fell to the ground all while making a trail of gas on the outside wall. His legs became physical as he quietly hit the ground. He looked about for any more soldiers as he continued making a trail of gas. The gas can ran out and he produced another from thin air and the empty one disappeared into a dimensional device.
He continued working his way to the mess hall and created a large pool of gas on the back entrance. The can was emptied and disappeared. He then produced a few matches lit them and the gas was ignited the minute the flames touched it. They traveled up the back of the mess hall whooshing outwards to the armory as it lit up in flames traveling to the roof. Ghost Demon phased through the outer walls of the section and reappeared at the top of them. He waited as the pandemonium took hold. 'This won't be an easy fire to put out I assure you?' He thought as the men screamed fire and asked for water. People scrambled and ran about trying to contain the flames. As they threw water hoses at the fire they realized too late that it was the wrong thing to do. The water seemed to make it worse and grow each time. Till finally they were unable to control it and extinguish it. 'Basilisk blood. Does wonders to fuel' he throught standing up.
He then ran the perimeter of the wall till he came to the middle of the little city. He then jumped down between residences as everyone was rushing to the fire he wasn't seen.
He pulled out a remote and clicked the big button. An explosion erupted from the armory causing even more catastrophe. The armory had explosives stored within it and so his explosion created a chain reaction. The men screamed before they were engulfed in flames. The mess hall was missing a side of it from the big explosion as more residents and buildings caught fire.
Ghost Demon then phased through a wall of apartments all the way till he came out the other side of the building. He ducked behind a vehicle and pulled out a telescope. He could see the main residence of the commander was a grand house with a balcony over looking everything. It was looking tower with a circular platform giving the resident a three sixty view of the section. The Commander himself was standing on it staring directly at the fire raging in the distance. He was half naked with only pants on. He looked angry and gripped the railing almost bending it. "Good timing" he thought as he ran towards the mansion hoping onto a vehicle and climbing up to the roof. He ran quietly always keeping his attention on the commander. He was still staring west watching the glowing fire light up the sky. Ghost Demon approached the base of the tower and phased through till he was in the stairwell. He then pressed something on his greave and a hook was produced he shot it through the middle of the spiral stair case all way to the ceiling. He was then pulled silently up the whole tower till he was at the entrance that was open. He climbed over the railing and there standing with his back turned was Commander Sebastian.
His shoulders slumped as he felt a presence of chi behind him. "So I'm your next target?" He said flatly. Ghost Demon wasn't taken off guard he was gonna announce himself anyway. It would be better to kill him in combat would give him a bump with the people if he got his hands dirty.
Sure he could of sniped him from the ground, but what fun would that be. From one of the Commander's rings he produced two sickles. He held one in both hands, "So warrior to warrior as his custom?" Sebastian said turning to look at the Ghost Demon. The demon grabbed the handle of his chopper blade and nodded.
With lighting speed they clashed hitting the other down to the roof. They caught their footing and ran at each other. The commander barefoot and without a shirt didn't seem to bother him as chi glowed off his skin. Ghost Demon went on offense controlling the fight as he slashed and parried each sickle blade. The commander was no slouch as he moved like a master with his sickles. Ghost Demon phased through a slash from the sickles and managed to cut the commander strait across the gut. He fell forward as blood poured from the wound. Ghost Demon walked slowly and drove his blade into Sebastian's back killing him.