Gaze upon the trails of death of which the Talo Raiders lead. They roam the lands of New America to claim their bounties. They not find a simple bounty, but a bounty that has been placed for years. People fear this man. Children flee to their homes when his name is said. Adults cower hearing his tales. He has many names to be called from: the Soul Reaper, Wanderer of Shadows, but one that most fits him is the Claimer.
He has never been seen nor has his face ever been looked upon. All that is known of him is his infamous wrist blade, the Visor Blade. A blade of light and great power. None can control such a powerful weapon, those who can are put to death by the Talo Raiders.
They find his bounty both pleasing and fearing, but none can shed fear into the eyes of the clan owned by their leader, Terron Talo. Sent as mercenaries, he leaves his best and largest man to lead them to this feared killer.
"We ride boys!" the largest of the group calls our for his men. "We find this bounty head and we slaughter him like a pig!"
The entire group shouts in inspiration. They believe they can take down the Claimer?
They roam the New American lands and find nothing. All said locations were looked through and left in shambles. The rest after sunset. The camp inside a mountain shaded valley, and set their fires. One short soldier looks into the dark distance and sees a small figure. Before he could report it, the figure disappears.
"It was probably your eyes keeping you a fool. Now go to sleep!" the soldier is sent to his floor rags. All of them in a deep sleep.
A sudden scream bursts into the night. It was muffled, as if some one covered the mouth. "What in God's name was that hell!?"
"Probably one of Xan's night terrors again," they search for the tents and floor rags around the camp. None of which were disturbed. "Who the hell screamed!?"
"Sure as hell wasn't around the captain's tent."
"It better not have been, " they check if the captain was disturbed. He was obviously awake. The lantern fires were still lit in the tent with the captain waiting outside the tent for the others to find the screamer.
"Where is this man?! I need to know who shall I punish for screaming in the worst of time!" another large scream enters the their ears.
"What in God's name will I do with these people!?" the leader enters his tent and puts his armor on as the soldiers search the area. THe soldiers are shocked to find a one of their blade planted in one of their own's chest.
"Who is behind this massacre?"
"We have to find whoever did this!'
"No f*cking sh*t, Doofus!" another scream enters their ears. Before they could react, an arrow pierces one soldier's head. "Get your swords out, boys!"
They surge into the camp and try to find the assassin. "He's taking out the marksmen!"
"Where is he!?"
"Never mind that! Keep your head down!" the swordsmen are left with no long-ranged protection.
"I came for the bounty of your leader," a voice in the darkness calls out. "Rock is what he is called. I want his head. I will spare those who heed my instructions: do not attack me, and I shall not attack you."
"If you listen to him you're dead!" before he could go into a speech, a bolt was lodged in his skull.
"Leave that as an example of what might I do"
"What shall we do?"
"We'll listen to him for now. We'll have to let the captain take care of this," the assassin revealed himself: a hooded mask of dread, dresses in cloaks and iron plates on his chest and legs. "Do you think that's him?"
"The wrist shows it off," he looks at his wrist. "A mechanical machine," he thought. "Is that the legendary Visor Sword?"
"Come out, Rock!" he cried. "I am your bounty. Don't you want to claim the glory of killing the Legendary Claimer?" the soldier are surprised by the sight of who the legendary Soul Reaper was.
Soldiers mumble about him. It echos through out the camp.
"I thought he would be bigger"
"The stories were true!"
"What is he wearing?"
Soon enough, the mirmir stopped to see the fight that will be endured.
"You of all people. I have to fight a small soul while my men are afraid to even fight! Worthless men. I keep telling Talo to hire more-" a bolt bounces off his tremendous armor. "I see, more fight. Give me your first blow!"
The fearse Claimer strikes his short blade at him. It was a poor blow, but it nearly snapped the sword in two. "Is that all you got!? I met a woman that hit me harder than that! And such a puny sword! Why!? Haha!"
"That sword was one your men's. This is mine," he pulls out a large katana blade. Sharp and harder than steel, it was a weapon for a true wielder. Rock laughs in what he saw.
"Is that really your sword!? Hahaha! That sword cannot pierce my armor! I rather fight a man with that visor in your hands."
"That is mercy to your kind."
"Alright then. I'll let you try," he points at his side. "Go ahead! I bet there will be not a scratch."
The Claimer swings with the utmost might, knocking his opponent down. He was coughing up blood. His eyes were glaring at the legendary killer, realising he let him beat the strength out of him. "No! No, please! I'll let you go! With money? Take it all! Have my men's armor! Please! Don't kill me!"
"You Talo sacks of piss always underestimate me. My sword might not have pierced your armor, Rock, but at least your body feels the blow." a scream escapes the downed villain's throat. With no mercy, he swings repeatedly, beating him to death.
"Oh god, my favorite part," he said sarcastically as he chopped his bounty's head off. "25 hundred for me again. You men are free to live. Like I said, any attempt of killing me, will result in your timely death," the men look at each other in surprise and fear, knowing they just faced the Wanderer of Shadows.