APPREHEND THE SLAVER [Job1 Solo]

Job Name: The Soldiers Attack
Job Rank: B-tier
Job Location: Kou Empire
Job Rewards: 200 EXP & 15,000 Haung
Job Overview:
A group of soldiers is taking advantage of a town, using their positions in the military to harass the locals. Confront them and show them their place, giving them the message that they can't abuse their power.

Enemy:

Alexander was up to work once again. This time he was working with a repeat customer, he seemed to be one of the kinder slavers. He just had many business and wanted to make a little extra money, and having a little extra control over his employees and the leeway to make them work long hours and a bit more strenuously and at times delay their pay. But he was much more fair than any other slave owner and he was quite successful in all of his business because of the caliber of his employees was impeccable, thanks to Eight.

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In a small pub, he had met a wealthy merchant. He was buying Eight slaves and reselling them at a markup, while it would have been ideal to cut the middleman, he was essentially another worker for him. This also saved him some peace of mind, not as concerned with who they were being resold to. He would feel less guilty if they were sold off into prostitution or just being killed straight off. Castor, one of Ramses' slaves in charge of selling slaves, might have been pissed but she was busy working on her own stuff and she trusted Eight enough to share her workload.

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Now there was a certain thing about being in public and making a deal. You were typically safer because neither of you wanted to get caught, so he couldn't really quite out you unless perhaps he was significantly more well-connected, which wasn't quite the case. Eight had a significant amount of clout around these areas. Even some of the officers and patrolmen knew who he was and wouldn't arrest him unless he was being completely flagrant.

On top of that, no normal person would suspect you of any illicit activity when you were around them. Right under their noses, as the saying went. Eight always felt safest operating in this capacity but this night would not go according to plan for him. This town was a bit of a peaceful town but there were soldiers stationed here that didn't quite know the 'order' of things.

And it just so happened there were some rowdy soldiers who were so happy to have even the tiniest scrap of power in their lives and they flaunted it as wildly as a child would with a toy. The leader of the stooges would order 3 rounds of alcohol for their comrades.The bartender was unnerved but one could see the worry of the incoming ruckus in his eyes. They already were acting as if they were under the influence despite having been nowhere for the last several hours as they were on patrol duty and everyone had seen and known it.

Alexander kept dealing with his middleman slaver, ignoring the obnoxious soldiers once more. The merchant was reviewing some of sketches that Alexander had made of his slave selection as well as reading their description of talents, each of them with a mug of ale at their table, sharing a warm roll of bread with some butter. But as they continued to work. the soldiers began to get more rambunctious as they had their fill of alcohol.

It had seemed as if they were past their third round and the barkeep was quick to cut them off as to avoid any further commotion, which could be bad for business. But it only ended up doing just that. Now the lead soldier slammed his shield into the bar counter, leaving a nice ditch in the hardwood. His angry expression became one of laughter as he had defiled the barkeeps' property. Then they began to look around in the tavern.

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As the leader of the stooges began looking around, the soldiers received some boos from the patrons of the establishment who were more than willing to show disapproval of the officials poor decorum in a place they all felt at home in. It was a clear act of disrespect. However this only emboldened the other soldiers along side him. They even struck a pair of patrons that were closest to them, pushing two clients of their stool into the ground. While the clients wanted to retaliate, they did fear the soldiers because they knew any attack on the soldiers would be paid back in full with interest, especially if they made any formal complaints. It was better to suffer a minute of disrespect instead of a lifetime of issues.

But the leader was still looking, knowing they would have to leave, but then he got ever so excited as he glanced in Eight's direction. It had seemed as Eight was recognized and somehow the merchant was missing in action. 'I suppose he was smart enough to read the situation and got out while the getting was good'. He thought to himself. Eight had hidden all his scroll sketches so he there would be even less evidence against him.

The leader of the trio yelled out. "WE GOT OURSELVES A BOUNTY BOYS, WE'LL GET A NICE BONUS FOR THIS. CIVILIANS PLEASE LEAVE THIS BAR." The barkeep face-palmed and got onto his knees and hid behind the counter. The peaceful drinkers muttered under their breaths and they schlepped out of the bar, heading home for the night. As Eight tried to pretend he was also apart of them, the other snapped. "YOU CAN STAY RIGHT THERE, I'VE SEEN YEE BEFORE, I AINT KNOW FOR WHAT,BUT I SEEN YEE. GONNA GET A NICE BONUS."

The money was all they cared about, so Alexander had decided to perhaps offer to buy his way out of this situation. By now, most of the others were completely out of the tavern. "Well, what was that bonus? I'll match it for each of you. You've got the wrong person but if I'm going to pay anyone it's better that I support our troops." Perhaps they might have bought it in their drunken stupor, but sarcasm oozed in between every single word that Alexander ordered. "OH YEAH? IF YOU CAN AFFORD THAT MUCH, YOU MUST BE WORTH EVEN MORE. HAHAHAHA. DO YOU KNOW WHO WE ARE? WE WORK THE WITH 28TH VANGUARD TROUPE."

They had seemed to have a lot of pride in their battalion, but since money wasn't going to get him out of this situation, he was going to have to resort to his racial strength. He took a quick accounting of what was in the room and the best way to take care of them. in as short of a time as possible. There were many tables and chairs, but no civilians. The soldiers were spread out and they were all equipped with a sword and shield and equipped in some decent armor.

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Now that he had a small plan, he waited for the soldiers to split up and he would start his assault. He was blessed with fanalis strength and speed. As the soldiers spread, the leader in the center of the building and each of the other two were taking the walls to block the exits from the Fanalis, who was in the north western corner of the tavern. Now it was past the time for pretending and negotiating. The fanalis lifted a table and threw it at the soldier guarding the north wall. The soldier was completely caught off guard and was pummeled by the table and was knocked unconscious as the leg pegged him square in the jar like an uppercut.

Now it was time for the others. Using his fanalis speed he hopped onto one of the tables, and then began to run horizontally across the western wall, this one was now prepared for combat and he raised his shield to defend himself from the incoming attack despite what it was. But the shield was no match for the fanalis coming at full speed with matching strength, Alexander threw a punch with his full weight behind it as he pounced off the wall, like some sort of cat. His fist smashed threw the iron shield and still got the human soldier in the chest, causing him to cough and eventually pass out, probably from some internal bleeding. Fortunately, still alive because he was obviously still breathing.

Now the leader was furious and he was trying to avenge his comrades his shield rushed straight towards Eight, but it was pretty stupid. The panic had made him rush into several tables and chairs knocking them aside, but ontop of that, he had clearly lost visual contact of Eight, by putting the shield in between them. Between both mitigating factors, Eight managed to circle around behind the final soldier.

As he was behind, he took a deep breath before closing the gap. Then he got right behind him and was making the motions as if he were to whisper into his ear, but what came out was the signature Fanalis Roar. This completely paralyzed the soldier, making him completely vulnerable to any attack from Eight. Eight drove his foot into the back of his knees, forcing him to the floor and then stomped his foot into the soldiers Achilles tendon, forcing him to pass out from the pain. He took the soldiers huang and left some for the barkeep to make any repairs necessary.


[1500+]