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Halloween was fast approaching and some of the students where setting up decorations to their home to celebrate the occasion. Legate was helping by carrying kegs of beer, one in his hand, one over his shoulder, so far he hadn’t broken into a sweat and was glad he had managed to gain some strength back and colour had returned to his skin. For the time being he was almost a completely new person “where do you want these mate?” he called to one of the ravens who was carving a jack-o-lantern only to find that it was a woman “Milena?” he called out dropping the kegs and pulling her into a hug “Careful! The bandages are still on” he immediately backed away “Sorry, when you got out?” “Only a few hours ago, just in time. Master Blade told me about you killing Diablo. It sounded like hell.” “It’s alright. It took me some time but I managed to get cleaned up.” From behind him he felt a hand on his shoulder as Magnus came up behind him “Its time Legate. Multiple targets” he looked to Melina “Sorry, I got to go do something”

Magnus lead him to the briefing room where the monitors showed multiple CCTV footage of Riots, burning buildings and people running for their lives as shadows chased after them with guns firing in the air, knives swinging at fleeing civilians and flares being thrown at Lawmen in Riot gear. On one of the screens a Lawman fell to the ground and was being kicked repeatedly as his comrades ran for their lives, another showed a woman being dragged through the ground by her dress as she swung at her attacker. All the Criminals wore clown costumes with grotesque blood red smiles, diamond eyes and colourful jumpsuits. “Couple of psychos decided to celebrate early and start up urban chaos. They’re seven of them in total so pick a clown and send him back to the freak show” Legate’s eyes panned left and right, up and down as he scanned each screen and pointed to a clown in a black and white striped jumpsuit with curly red hair, tomato shaped eyes, large red nose and black mouth in the shape of a moody scowl firing a machine gun at Lawmen to the point that the barrel was pink hot “Him, That grumpy bastards going to get it tonight.” Magnus chuckled “Grumpy? Yeah you go for Grumpy. By the Way, the boss thinks it would be a good idea to wear a costume. You got one in mind?” Legate grinned “I know just the one.”

The two stood watching a float in the shape of a ghost pass through the streets of Zero City as the road shown bright with sparkles and music. Legate had chosen his outfit carefully, by going as the dark knight himself he would be able to wear his armour but he every now and then he wondered if the best choice, His cowl was heavy and uncomfortable and he wouldn’t be able to turn his neck without moving his shoulders but if it gave off the right impression against Grumpy then it would all be worth it. Beside him Magnus was dressed as a skeleton with his face painted as a skull and his chest-piece covered in white tape for his ribcage. Arranging with the event manager they would follow the floats while throwing sweets and confetti into the crowds while women dressed as witches and devils collected donations for charities. Tapping Legates shoulder they followed the float to the city centre keeping up their disguise and for a while Legate forgot his mission. He remembered going to a parade with the Solat siblings, they had gone as Devils with Rukio wearing a biker jacket he was proud of and LA Vie wore the classic red jumpsuit if his memory was correct and he was a plague doctor. Even then his costumes where uncomfortable as his mask was difficult to breath in but had managed to shrug it off and enjoy himself while the three had gone apple dunking, he entered a costume completion and won a cask of pumpkin ale and went through a haunted maze that had them all three young adults comforting each other.

So far so good until they heard the screams of terror coming from up ahead. There he was. Grumpy Clown with his machine gun firing that thundered into the air. In front of them the Lawman’s vehicles where burning and the floats where quickly evacuated as Grumpy advanced to collect the discarded donation boxes with his free hand, moving towards him Legate and Magnus drew their weapons and the Clown opened fire again. Not concerned with ammunition he shot at the float until it caught fire “Legate! They’re all over the place! You go ahead, I’ll evacuate the civilians” Magnus called, his thigh punctured and bleeding “Listen for gunfire when you’re done, that’s where we’ll be” he called to the giant as he made his chase.

The clown brought Legate towards the suite of the hotel and jumped over the doorway. ”Legate! Look out! Trip-wire! ” Magnus shouted out behind him and looking down Legate managed to leap over the wire just in time and side rolled into safety behind a couch as Grumpy’s minions lay covering fire for their boss “Magnus? How did you catch up?” Legate asked over the gunfire and drew his side arm “Shortcut” he answered and readied an assault rifle he ‘borrowed’ from the Lawmen “when I say run advance to the front desk, save your ammo and only go for ones infront of you” he commanded as he threw a grenade over their heads “head to the security room and put this on, it’s a mixtape to play about with him” he tossed a mixtape over to him “run!” he ordered followed by quick three round bursts, Legate flanked the right side to the building to the stairway as bodies from the from the floor above fell all around him.

Grumpy was running through the corridors in a blind state of panic, from the deafening roar of his machine gun came the empty silence. No return fire , no screams of pain. Nothing. He hated the silence, knowing something was out there after him. Maybe they were dead, Or where waiting for him. He quickly peeked over the balcony and his jaw dropped at the carnage. Bodies littered the foyer and blood coated the floor and walls. Caught in shock he leaped in fright as he heard feedback blare into his ears and the sound of drums rumbled above him but in the back of his senses was the sound of clashing metal. He turned round to see a figure in a grey bodysuit, black trench coat and a horn black mask with a cold metal muzzle coming towards him striking two swords together and creeping like some nightmarish beast. Panicking he opened fire and the creature roll to the side,its feet peeking out from the corner. Pacing the clown seemed to be shaking as he inspected the body,

“Belts nearly empty” Legate said through the mask as he lunged at the clown’s weapon with his bare hands. Muzzle flashes nearly blinded him and his hands seared in pain as though they were going to catch fire. Grumpy kicked him in the stomach, forcing him back as he flexed his fingers through his burnt gloved but Legate smirked at the clown when he heard the gun click as the belt was stripped of bullets and Grumpy reached for a fresh belt but his hand groped at the air. With no ammunition the clown put all his strength into throwing his beloved cannon at Legates skull. If Legate hadn’t ducked his head would have caved in even with his mask’s padding. Balling his hands into fists he took a boxing stance as the clown drew a Bowie knife from his boot and charged like a bull.

Taking a quick breath Legate too broke into a charge and rugby tackled him to the ground, knocking the wind out of the clown and stomping on his hand, there was a crunch as the clowns wrist snapped and the knife slid from his grip “My arm!” he screamed as Legate wrapped his arms round the clowns neck and brought him to eye level. “Not laughing now are you?” he said as Grumpy defiantly tried to punch him but all he did was strike the padding as his strength failed and his vision went black.

With the clown dead Legate turned to the camera as the music ended,his mind focused on killing Grumpy he had ignored the song playing “How did I do? “ he asked Magnus who appeared behind him a few minutes later “fantastic work, got ourselves a music video to show the nest when we get back, loved the last sentence. I even found the money box he dropped on the stairwell.” As the two left Legate picked up the machine gun “As I thought. Rifling’s worn inside the barrel, fore-grips no use, Loading mechanism doesn’t even lock shut. I’m amazed it dint blow up in his face.” Legate examined the gun but what caught his attention was the serial number “Well I’ll be. It’s my old service gun. Spitfire I called it. Little elbow grease and it’ll be good as new”

“Well what do you know, You’ve had some night Legate.” Master Blade commented at the de-briefing. “Rest of the ravens should be returning soon. All five clowns are dead and Lawmen can clean up the rest. Party starts when they return so get yourself a shower and a beer. You deserve them” Legate bowed and returned to his quarters. As he sat drying himself and dressing in a black T-shirt and jeans he looked up at his Claymore , the blade still sharp in its scabbard, and to Spitfire, still in need of maintenance when he heard a knock on the door. Quickly pulling on his T-shirt he opened the door to find a Raven dressed up as some sort of zombie biker, a bass guitar strapped to his back “hey there ,Sorry to bother you but the drummer for the bands not feeling so well and we need someone on short notice” Legate smiled “Say no more, give me the setlist and a minute to warm up and I’ll get the job done. My price is a beer an hour.

Deciding the Vigilante costume make him pass out Legate put on a mask from a band he went to see with Rukio. It was a latex mask with dreadlocks on the scalp and large silver crosses for eyes and a triangular gap for his nostrils and mouth. the small crowd cheered and beer splashed into the air as the rest of the band took their places and he strummed to the rhythm. Smiling the entire time.

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Halloween was fast approaching and some of the students where setting up decorations to their home to celebrate the occasion. Legate was helping by carrying kegs of beer, one in his hand, one over his shoulder, so far he hadn’t broken into a sweat and was glad he had managed to gain some strength back and colour had returned to his skin. For the time being he was almost a completely new person “where do you want these mate?” he called to one of the ravens who was carving a jack-o-lantern only to find that it was a woman “Milena?” he called out dropping the kegs and pulling her into a hug “Careful! The bandages are still on” he immediately backed away “Sorry, when you got out?” “Only a few hours ago, just in time. Master Blade told me about you killing Diablo. It sounded like hell.” “It’s alright. It took me some time but I managed to get cleaned up.” From behind him he felt a hand on his shoulder as Magnus came up behind him “Its time Legate. Multiple targets” he looked to Melina “Sorry, I got to go do something”

Magnus lead him to the briefing room where the monitors showed multiple CCTV footage of Riots, burning buildings and people running for their lives as shadows chased after them with guns firing in the air, knives swinging at fleeing civilians and flares being thrown at Lawmen in Riot gear. On one of the screens a Lawman fell to the ground and was being kicked repeatedly as his comrades ran for their lives, another showed a woman being dragged through the ground by her dress as she swung at her attacker. All the Criminals wore clown costumes with grotesque blood red smiles, diamond eyes and colourful jumpsuits. “Couple of psychos decided to celebrate early and start up urban chaos. They’re seven of them in total so pick a clown and send him back to the freak show” Legate’s eyes panned left and right, up and down as he scanned each screen and pointed to a clown in a black and white striped jumpsuit with curly red hair, tomato shaped eyes, large red nose and black mouth in the shape of a moody scowl firing a machine gun at Lawmen to the point that the barrel was pink hot “Him, That grumpy bastards going to get it tonight.” Magnus chuckled “Grumpy? Yeah you go for Grumpy. By the Way, the boss thinks it would be a good idea to wear a costume. You got one in mind?” Legate grinned “I know just the one.”

The two stood watching a float in the shape of a ghost pass through the streets of Zero City as the road shown bright with sparkles and music. Legate had chosen his outfit carefully, by going as the dark knight himself he would be able to wear his armour but he every now and then he wondered if the best choice, His cowl was heavy and uncomfortable and he wouldn’t be able to turn his neck without moving his shoulders but if it gave off the right impression against Grumpy then it would all be worth it. Beside him Magnus was dressed as a skeleton with his face painted as a skull and his chest-piece covered in white tape for his ribcage. Arranging with the event manager they would follow the floats while throwing sweets and confetti into the crowds while women dressed as witches and devils collected donations for charities. Tapping Legates shoulder they followed the float to the city centre keeping up their disguise and for a while Legate forgot his mission. He remembered going to a parade with the Solat siblings, they had gone as Devils with Rukio wearing a biker jacket he was proud of and LA Vie wore the classic red jumpsuit if his memory was correct and he was a plague doctor. Even then his costumes where uncomfortable as his mask was difficult to breath in but had managed to shrug it off and enjoy himself while the three had gone apple dunking, he entered a costume completion and won a cask of pumpkin ale and went through a haunted maze that had them all three young adults comforting each other.

So far so good until they heard the screams of terror coming from up ahead. There he was. Grumpy Clown with his machine gun firing that thundered into the air. In front of them the Lawman’s vehicles where burning and the floats where quickly evacuated as Grumpy advanced to collect the discarded donation boxes with his free hand, moving towards him Legate and Magnus drew their weapons and the Clown opened fire again. Not concerned with ammunition he shot at the float until it caught fire “Legate! They’re all over the place! You go ahead, I’ll evacuate the civilians” Magnus called, his thigh punctured and bleeding “Listen for gunfire when you’re done, that’s where we’ll be” he called to the giant as he made his chase.

The clown brought Legate towards the suite of the hotel and jumped over the doorway. ”Legate! Look out! Trip-wire! ” Magnus shouted out behind him and looking down Legate managed to leap over the wire just in time and side rolled into safety behind a couch as Grumpy’s minions lay covering fire for their boss “Magnus? How did you catch up?” Legate asked over the gunfire and drew his side arm “Shortcut” he answered and readied an assault rifle he ‘borrowed’ from the Lawmen “when I say run advance to the front desk, save your ammo and only go for ones infront of you” he commanded as he threw a grenade over their heads “head to the security room and put this on, it’s a mixtape to play about with him” he tossed a mixtape over to him “run!” he ordered followed by quick three round bursts, Legate flanked the right side to the building to the stairway as bodies from the from the floor above fell all around him.

Grumpy was running through the corridors in a blind state of panic, from the deafening roar of his machine gun came the empty silence. No return fire , no screams of pain. Nothing. He hated the silence, knowing something was out there after him. Maybe they were dead, Or where waiting for him. He quickly peeked over the balcony and his jaw dropped at the carnage. Bodies littered the foyer and blood coated the floor and walls. Caught in shock he leaped in fright as he heard feedback blare into his ears and the sound of drums rumbled above him but in the back of his senses was the sound of clashing metal. He turned round to see a figure in a grey bodysuit, black trench coat and a horn black mask with a cold metal muzzle coming towards him striking two swords together and creeping like some nightmarish beast. Panicking he opened fire and the creature roll to the side,its feet peeking out from the corner. Pacing the clown seemed to be shaking as he inspected the body,

“Belts nearly empty” Legate said through the mask as he lunged at the clown’s weapon with his bare hands. Muzzle flashes nearly blinded him and his hands seared in pain as though they were going to catch fire. Grumpy kicked him in the stomach, forcing him back as he flexed his fingers through his burnt gloved but Legate smirked at the clown when he heard the gun click as the belt was stripped of bullets and Grumpy reached for a fresh belt but his hand groped at the air. With no ammunition the clown put all his strength into throwing his beloved cannon at Legates skull. If Legate hadn’t ducked his head would have caved in even with his mask’s padding. Balling his hands into fists he took a boxing stance as the clown drew a Bowie knife from his boot and charged like a bull.

Taking a quick breath Legate too broke into a charge and rugby tackled him to the ground, knocking the wind out of the clown and stomping on his hand, there was a crunch as the clowns wrist snapped and the knife slid from his grip “My arm!” he screamed as Legate wrapped his arms round the clowns neck and brought him to eye level. “Not laughing now are you?” he said as Grumpy defiantly tried to punch him but all he did was strike the padding as his strength failed and his vision went black.

With the clown dead Legate turned to the camera as the music ended,his mind focused on killing Grumpy he had ignored the song playing “How did I do? “ he asked Magnus who appeared behind him a few minutes later “fantastic work, got ourselves a music video to show the nest when we get back, loved the last sentence. I even found the money box he dropped on the stairwell.” As the two left Legate picked up the machine gun “As I thought. Rifling’s worn inside the barrel, fore-grips no use, Loading mechanism doesn’t even lock shut. I’m amazed it dint blow up in his face.” Legate examined the gun but what caught his attention was the serial number “Well I’ll be. It’s my old service gun. Spitfire I called it. Little elbow grease and it’ll be good as new”

“Well what do you know, You’ve had some night Legate.” Master Blade commented at the de-briefing. “Rest of the ravens should be returning soon. All five clowns are dead and Lawmen can clean up the rest. Party starts when they return so get yourself a shower and a beer. You deserve them” Legate bowed and returned to his quarters. As he sat drying himself and dressing in a black T-shirt and jeans he looked up at his Claymore , the blade still sharp in its scabbard, and to Spitfire, still in need of maintenance when he heard a knock on the door. Quickly pulling on his T-shirt he opened the door to find a Raven dressed up as some sort of zombie biker, a bass guitar strapped to his back “hey there ,Sorry to bother you but the drummer for the bands not feeling so well and we need someone on short notice” Legate smiled “Say no more, give me the setlist and a minute to warm up and I’ll get the job done. My price is a beer an hour.

Deciding the Vigilante costume make him pass out Legate put on a mask from a band he went to see with Rukio. It was a latex mask with dreadlocks on the scalp and large silver crosses for eyes and a triangular gap for his nostrils and mouth. the small crowd cheered and beer splashed into the air as the rest of the band took their places and he strummed to the rhythm. Smiling the entire time.