Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)The day was calm, cloudy but not raining, a mild temperature. Typical noises came from in the city, sounds of cars and traffic, people moving about as they went through the schedules of their day. Nothing seemed out of place or odd, just a regular day to all of the regular people going about their regular days. That was, of course, how it seemed to the normal people in the city. Other people weren't having such a nice day.
A crushing sound came as the body hit the wall, a groan escaping the man that had just been thrown through the air. With a grunt he pulled himself up from the wreckage of the hole he'd just made, glaring out in front of him. A deep, creepy laugh came from down the alley where a tall, human-like creature stood. If he were to describe it to someone, the closest thing would be an ogre or a troll, but pretty damn big. Dusting himself off, the man started walking towards the beast calmly while it continued its approach towards him.
"I always give them one chance. One chance to go back wherever they came before I deal with them myself. You have now used up that chance, Mr.Ugly. I usually give them a nickname too, and that's yours. Mr.Ugly. Maybe not entirely creative, but I now have a headache and a backache, so you're going to have to deal with it," he said, speaking as the two walked toward each other. The large beast grinned, laughing once more before running forward and sending its fist flying downward toward the ground. The man snapped his finger just before it hit, and smoke then surrounded the fist as it slammed into the ground, forming a small crater. The smoke flowed around its arm and upward, forming above the beast. It became human-shaped, then the man popped back into existence, holding a black-colored blade. He came downward, the sword embedding itself in the back of the creature's neck, dragging down as he fell, leaving a deep gash along the creature's back. It howled, spinning and swiping behind it. Smoke again was all he hit, and the smoke launched at the creature's face.
A few minutes later the man walked out of the alley, whistling a tune. "Oh, right," he said, giving another snap of his fingers. The aura that seemed to be around him disappeared, and people on the sidewalk glanced over at him as he suddenly appeared to them, shaking their heads and moving on. He joined the flow of people, walking away. The beast, with gashes and stab wounds that killed it, was slowly fading away.
A crushing sound came as the body hit the wall, a groan escaping the man that had just been thrown through the air. With a grunt he pulled himself up from the wreckage of the hole he'd just made, glaring out in front of him. A deep, creepy laugh came from down the alley where a tall, human-like creature stood. If he were to describe it to someone, the closest thing would be an ogre or a troll, but pretty damn big. Dusting himself off, the man started walking towards the beast calmly while it continued its approach towards him.
"I always give them one chance. One chance to go back wherever they came before I deal with them myself. You have now used up that chance, Mr.Ugly. I usually give them a nickname too, and that's yours. Mr.Ugly. Maybe not entirely creative, but I now have a headache and a backache, so you're going to have to deal with it," he said, speaking as the two walked toward each other. The large beast grinned, laughing once more before running forward and sending its fist flying downward toward the ground. The man snapped his finger just before it hit, and smoke then surrounded the fist as it slammed into the ground, forming a small crater. The smoke flowed around its arm and upward, forming above the beast. It became human-shaped, then the man popped back into existence, holding a black-colored blade. He came downward, the sword embedding itself in the back of the creature's neck, dragging down as he fell, leaving a deep gash along the creature's back. It howled, spinning and swiping behind it. Smoke again was all he hit, and the smoke launched at the creature's face.
A few minutes later the man walked out of the alley, whistling a tune. "Oh, right," he said, giving another snap of his fingers. The aura that seemed to be around him disappeared, and people on the sidewalk glanced over at him as he suddenly appeared to them, shaking their heads and moving on. He joined the flow of people, walking away. The beast, with gashes and stab wounds that killed it, was slowly fading away.
