Flip of a Coin [Sev Kingston]

Geoff Jensen was a man of great talent, capable of forging blades that surpass the craft of a normal being, even that of the average dwarf. His work with a blade was passionate, respected, yet he was a peasant's level of poor regardless of this fact. Wandering around the freed bridge of Tequila Wolf, he sluggishly shifted his eyes over to the colorful stall. Viewing it, he saw nothing but glorious food spread across and decided he would take his hand at deception. Walking on over, he kept his right hand on Kanjo, his wooden blade as he approached the merchant with a jolly smile. "Hello good sir, how is your day today?" the man clapped his hands together and clenched, smiling with his eyes clothes as he greeted the drifter with an Alabastian accent. "Hello, young one. What is it you'll be having?" Geoff rubbed his chin with his left hand before looking off in the distance, acting like there was something to look at. Little did he know, he was nearby a group of revolutionaries who did not see any sort of purse on him. The merchant, out of curiosity, fell for the deception as Geoff stole a season loaf of bread stuffed with cheese. Running off with it, he ate at the same time while catching the eye of the revolutionaries protecting merchants.

Hearing loud steps taken in pursuit behind him, Geoff knew he had riled someone up and picked up his pace, free-running up a few crates and grabbing the ledge of a well-framed tent and launching himself onto the other end. Sliding down, he was able to evade the Revolutionaries narrowly but ended up running into another group. "Eh? What'cha running for mate?" Geoff, out of shock, met the man's gaze before noticing the bread on his stomach. Stuffing it in his mouth, he rocked back before springing forward, slamming his feet into the "Rev" and sending him to the ground. Tumbling to his feet, the other two of the trio pulled out pistols and blades in pursuit. Shit...shit...shit...All for food. While eating the bread, Geoff made a mad-dash through a crowd in order to hide himself with the commoners who shopped. "Alright...I just gotta-" All of a sudden a revolutionary attacked him with a punch-dagger. Easily he was countered by the click of Geoff's sword and a flash sliding across the man's torso. It was no surprise the man would miss it, as he was knocked back harshly without injury. Shocked and convinced there was pain, he soon realized the drifter had not wounded him. Jensen was already off on foot with his blade sheathed by the time the Revolutionary re-focused his mind. Geoff, at this point, was mad-dashing without paying attention, narrowly avoiding the people populating the marketplace.

As the Drifter dashed on by, he had looked back to see if the Revolutionaries were still on his tail. This caused him to be oblivious to the extended foot until it was already upon him, noticing it at the last second but without the ability to dodge. Tumbling forward, he entered a roll as the Revolutionaries had already caught up to him. "We got 'em boys! Filthy thieving pirate..." Geoff kept a hand on his sword as he watched three blackjack-wielding troops rush him. Crouching down, he slid on by, his blade flashing from the sheath in and out, several times as the three were thrust into a tumble in separate directions. Sheathing his blade he looked at the man who tripped him, unafraid of his ginormous appearance. "Oi! You the one who just tripped me?" he was quite angry the guy did it, but he sighed after realizing that it was his own fault. The Revolutionaries did their job and some civilian decided he'd do his own too. "Those guys seem like they're down for the count. What made you decide to just up and trip me?" "Ey! You, get outta here. We don't need your filth 'ere!"

Walking past the massive man who tripped him, he gave the bartender a death stare as he flicked his wrist, slicing horizontally across the glass that held the alcohol. Nothing apparently happened as he sheathed it. "Good luck serving your drinks you bigot bastard!" The bartender lifted up one of the glasses containing the man who tripped him's drink, watching the bottom half fall and shatter. "This fuckin' guy. YOU SPLIT ALL MY HARDWARE!" "Yep." he walked off, his heart pumping with rage as he kept his hand resting on the hilt of Kanjo. "'Tis what happens when a hungry man gets spit in his face."

The man was quite lively in reaction to how he spoke, and a good bit of positive when it came to responding to the drifter's actions. While he might have been obnoxious, the white-haired enigma was certainly a good change of pace. Jensen smiled with a punk's expression as he noticed the Revolutionaries homing in on them. As a bullet whizzed by he made sure his right hand was prepared to unsheathe the blade but decided it was time to high-tail it out of there. Dashing along, his feet cycled like lightning as he saw bullets sloppily whiz into tents and scrap civilians. Stopped, he still saw bullets missing. He didn't even turn around, he just stopped. "What...They aren't..." BANG. The skull and chunks of brain from a woman's head flew into another civilian's face, horrified by what just transpired. He watch the entire instance, as it was quick instant. Turning around, his eyes flared with rage as bullets scraped by his arms to make him have minor bleeding. He seemingly ignored the injuries, although they were quite present. "You scum. Calling yourselves the rebels - the hope of this world." Stepping further forward, a bullet neared him as he flicked his blade from the sheath to the air, keeping hold and splitting several bullets.

Jensen's arm swung around and he flicked it outward and down, watching specks of dirt rose from the bullets striking the ground. "How dare you strike the civilians. Do you expect to catch a lowly thief with the unintentional murder of innocents?" Jensen watched some of the Revolutionaries look at the boy in wonder as to how he resisted such attacks, but then realized he simply showed no care for them. Others trembled while a small few were not phased. "Aye! Come on mates, let's cut this thief's throat port and starboard!" "Such honor, don't you have?" He dashed forward, sliding as his blade was utilized to throw the rowdy revolutionary onto the ground by slamming the blade into his shin. Rising up, Geoff put his blade next to the throat of two revolutionaries. "HA! A wooden-" Slice. The blood spattered onto nearby revolutionaries.

"Oh...oh god JIMMY!" Geoff slammed his fist across another's face, sending them tumbling to the ground as he held a sword to the crying man's face. The others prepared for attack, where Geoff responded with a smirk. "Yo Silver-Locks. I bet you my lovely black hair that you're kind enough to help fight the corrupt eh?"