It was just a normal day, with an Ithanian man walking down the road towards the slums.
He didn't know much of what he was doing, until he swept down the stairs of the hole in the ground, entering the underground tavern. Instantaneously, he saw a teen being dragged away from her brother. Such a nice first impression, right? As he did this, he pulled his scarf to cover up to his nose. He now knew what he had to do. He slowly stalked the woman, who was dragging a small, and defenseless teen. They went inside a house, which the Velheim slaver left open. He waited to hear a small yelp, then snuck in. He made his way toward the room where she was being briefed on becoming a slave into the Ulfmaerr. He sighed quietly, knowing if he failed, he would be executed. He went forward, and took out his sabre. He realized the Velheim was duel wielding spar axes, as he darted in. The Velheim slammed her axes into the wood, as the skilled, and agile man rolled. He took the moment, and split an axe in half. The woman scowled, and went to whack him on the shoulder with her other axe. The fool. The man strides left, and slashed the axe into two, much like the previous. As he did so, he swept around the woman, pulling her into him. He held the sabre to her throat, and told her, "Let the slave out, and hand her over. I'll put her to better use, oui." The woman obliged, and let her out. He threw the Velheim away from him, and picked up the teen. He darted out, and ran to streets he knew.
The Masked Saviour.
