Jab, Cross, Hook, Cross

One.... I take my first jab at the hanging target. The lifeless body of the kid who tired to take my coin. Two... right hook, square across the jawline; not bad for a non-moving target. Three, four... jab jab, seems my sailors knots still are in shape. Five... cross, blood splattered on my blu- no, not blue. Tan. Why did they change me? I wonder while sending an array of attacks squarely into the figure hanging by its next before me.

Hours later, the suns are fading, I'm still beating this lifeless corpse with every ounce I have. I have to get stronger. To much on the line for another fuck up, just more enemies. I want to remember, I really do... am I fated to never know my killer or will I be guided there.

I scream. Birds fly in all directions and I send a forceful right hook directly to its stomach. It sways, mocking me. Mocking me like everyone else. At least Chelle believes me, if that is even worth the time, one moment shes acting like shes going to swallow up my manhood the next moment shes trying to kill me. In a way, it does turn me on. For some reason I couldn't keep myself from laughing at that thought.

Finding my way over to a stump have I have seat and wipe some sweat from my face, only smearing blood over myself in the process. Its times like these I loose hope and just want to walk out into Ylessa's arms. That is not my purpose though, they sent me back. But why?

I'm not skrell anymore, this race I am now. Someone my age ... its harder to move. Why did they change me?

I've got so much shit to do, I'm over loaded now. The Grocer takes care of itself since Kunglar vanished, leaving me with his fortune to do with as I please. That is the closest thing to a lucky break I've had in ages.

My thoughts won't stop spinning.

At least I have a couple pleasant thoughts. First and foremost.... The Crimson Sky. Me, the leader of a guild... let a lone a Merc guild. Oh what this city is in for. I can't help but laugh at that thought.

Soon I'll be a noble to this city. Soon they will give me more power than they thought. Soon they will be foolish enough to grant me a ship. Soon.... I will be free.