Finished The Not So Merry Band of Misfits

Gyres nodded politely as Caissa explained how she would be by from time to time to check up on him. Frankly he didn’t have a reason to run off with the money but if that was how she wanted to do it then that was fine.

Gyres was about to walk back to his own room to relax for a little bit before he heard Caissa stirring up trouble with the man who yelled at her. As Caissa kicked the cup, spilling more of the coffee in the process, Gyres watched the entire thing intently. It was obvious the man had enough of Caissa and her attitude and quickly rushed to grab his knife. The moment he touched it’s hilt, Gyres said his name. “Teryyn! Get. The Fuck. Over. Here.” Gyres was visibly angered for once. The man made an audible gulp and began to walk over to Gyres.

Before the man even made it close to Gyres, Gyres had pulled out his sword and unleashed it’s whip mode upon the poor grunt. The man made audible screams as the blade-whip tore through his armor and his flesh multiple times, this went on for a few seconds before they finally went quiet. Gyres though continued to whip the corpse for another twenty seconds afterwards before stopping. Gyres retracted his blade and sheathed it, running a hand through his hair afterwards. “Did you fuckers get that? Maybe they will put the message into your dense skulls.”

Gyres tried to hold back a chuckle of his own. “Betty I thought I told you, I’ve been in this game since I was a little kid. I was raised by these rules, no need to teach me them. Just some of these new recruits haven’t gotten how this gang works through their head yet.” Gyres stretched a little and began to walk off into the back of the building.

As he was walking back to the room he raised his hand to acknowledge he understood what Caissa was saying. “Alright alright. Can someone clean up this trash? I need to check on our theiving little friend.” With that, Gyres dissapeared behind the double doors.