[C rank Job] Really guys?

The arrival of the new king was of little care to Jahan, surprisingly enough he wasn't very fond of politics and the complexities of government. The irony sourced from his desire to rule, which at the moment was entirely ludacris. He hadnt discovered his convictions for change, revolution, he had no reason to stake peoples lives on something. It was all a simple impulse, he just wanted it. Even if for a few moments.

But Hell people change. Right?

Who new what would come for Jahan in the future, so far in his life their laid adventure around every corner. He had a tenaity for finding it, and in one day he'd find something worthy to fight for. None the less, there are other people who already have. Jahan was continuing on his way home as usual, taking a more scenic route that was closer to the palace. He enjoyed the night air and tender night breeze and even more so the vibrancy in the air. Yet tonight he felt  as if something was up. Maybe it was something in the air, the tender smell of copper of blades, or maybe something in the ruckh filling it with a subtle malice.

Whatever it may be as usual gave him a dragging impulse to investigate. So he took his time looking about, using his ears to find any changes and keeping a low profile. Contrary to beliefs Jahan had excellent "street smarts". He simply refused to use the skills he had more than often. While shrouding himself as a noble on a late night shopping spree; something that is easy for a man who wears as much jewelry as Jahan he finally came across an abnormality.

"Is everyone prepared?" One whispered to the others, Jahan slowed down able to make out the content of their conversation.

"Were going to storm the grounds from the...."

"We'll Take the kings Head tonight"

"Hush you fool- There may be spies near the palace"

"Behind us!"

The guard turned obviously aware of Jahan's presence, As they turned to face him, Jahan revealed his eye and stuck his tongue out teasingly. The mercenaries all grimaced, slowly fingering at their swords.

"Shit" one of them whispered underneath his breath. Glaring at Jahangir feircely, Jahan however was having fun, he could fill the adrenaline flowing through his veins and he was preparing to unleash it in a powerful fury.

"Come with us quietly. Or You'll face death" The lead mercenery said, speaking in a calm yet serious tone. They were betting on the menacing bit, using their numbers to impose fear. Yet they had no idea what type of man they were dealing with, Jahan was not well acquainted with fear

"Face Death? When did I turn around?"

"Kill him." Jahans words phased all but the leader, the other mercenaries at this point assumed he was a powerful soldier from the palace. They were a bit shook, and this was in a way Jahan's goal, breaking his opponents was half the fun. Yet more than that it was just his nature to act this way.

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Without further ado the group un sheathed their swords and begain to circle Jahangir in attempts to silence him. Jahan looked their leader in the eye his expression calm, an errie yet charming grin on his face, no doubt filled with malice and mischief. He smiled full on, throwing the mercenaries off for a second before turning and running away un-expectantly.

He fled down the street, the grin on his face not disappearing for a moment, he then made a sharp turn into a dark alley way. The mercenaries followed, only to be fooled once again. A pile of barrels holding rubbage of some sort, laid in a pyramid style stack, against a building. Jahan continued running, stylishly jumping before kicking a barrel into the air, twisting and giving it a "light" spinning kick; this hurled the containers straight towards the mercenaries. The barrel slammed into the first mercenary causing him to fall, as the remaining barrels rolled towards them slowing them down.

"This little brat!" One of them shouted as Jahan snickered. He was now sitting on top of a window sill that was particularly high above the ground. His legs crossed propping his head up on his hands in a bored type of fashion, he started mocking his foes again.

"Can you guys stop goofing off and show me your death now?"

"Urgh!!" In rage one of the mercenaries flung their sword at Jahan, having adequate time to see it he simply tilted his body slightly. He turned his head as the sword passed beside him harmlessly and planted itself besides his head. Teasingly he turned his head back and focused his attention on the mercenary who threw it.

"You missed~"

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The mercenary had to have been absolutely livid. The guy charged straight forward, his buddies tried to grab him hold him back, or just something to stop him. He was'nt letting up though, and Jahan just waited for the mercenary to get closer bringing his buddies chasing after. He Then grabbed the mercenaries sword and with his great Fanalis strength he threw it. The sword grazed the mercenary leading the group in the face, but the sheer power behind the throw tore off a great deal of skin. The sword also did a great job of knocking debri around, causing the other mercenaries to halt. Jahan saw an opportunity.

Kicking off of the window sill, he rocketed towards the first mercenary who was holding his face. Without hesitation he focused his Fanalis strength, rumored to be able to kill lions with a single kick. Into a spinning kick directly aimed to the mans head. The result was a fatality, the sickening crunch of bone as the mans neck snapped signaled his end. The other mercenaries eyed Jahan.

"You'll Pay for this!"

"What? I didnt think he had his head on straight." Being raised by soldiers, death and killing weren't a big deal for Jahan, neither was staying alive for that matter.

The other two decided to strike now, Jahan concentrated hard dodging two of their sword swings. He made the feats look effortless, but in reality he was actually in try hard mode these guys were good. After the initial dodge one of the mercenaries came back around with the back of their fist. It was a surprise causing Jahan to lean back in order to evade it. He retreated sensing that the attack could of done major damage. He would have to stick to a smarter battle plan. Get these clowns lined up in order for him to end them.

He hopped back several more feet and the mercenary took the bait as an opening and charge, Jahan focused on evading the next attack. The mercenary swung his sword up, which was simple enough to dodge and then counter. He replied to the sword strike with a Fanalis powered punch to the face, undoubtedly knocking a few of the mans teeth out and possibly giving him a concussion. This guy was done, Jahan laughed at the mercenary before stepping on his body, and stretching out his hands openly as if reaching for a hug. The last two were shaken, they were no longer eager to charge in and avenge their comrades. "No" Jahan though licking his lips.

Jahan began to see the fear in their eyes, one of the mercenaries hands literally beginning to shake. Jahan frowned, where was their warrior spirit? These guys expected to be able to storm the palace and take the kings head alone? These worthless fools. Well not exactly worthless. Jahangir decided to come for them himself, he sped at his opponent who remarkably tried not to run. The mercenary swung his blade sloppily at Jahan, an easy move to dodge. Jahan took the liberty of kneeing him in the solar plexus, the blow was furious and caused the man to drop to his knees, and then black out.

Jahan wasted no time on the last enemy, he was bored now and wanted to collect his reward and go home. The last mercenary tried to flee, Jahangir used his massive Fanalis strength and threw his recently passed out ally towards him. The attack knocked the coward down, giving Jahangir all the time he needed to walk over to him.

"Sweet Dreams." he muttered before administering the final blow thoroughly knocking him out. He dusted off his hands walking away from the scene and towards the palace to report this. Who knows maybe he'll get a reward.

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