It was alright, though. He still had the rest of the day ahead of him. Sure, he tripped once. That sucked. Still though, it wasn't the end of the world. There was a lot of stuff he could still do to make himself seem cool to his employer. And even then, why did he want to anyways? For a bonus? Well, that was probably it. Still, it didn't seem like his employer was the type. From what Zane gathered he simply wanted someone to do the job and do it right. There wasn't a bit of scolding from the man, so Zane assumed that all was good. He carried on, his employer now getting into the lower districts. Zane had spent a bit of time here lately. It truly was an interesting place. Myras itself was constantly divided. It felt like two different worlds. It weirded Zane out. No other place in Fiore was truly like this. Not to say that class differences didn't exist in other cities. They did. The main difference was that the differences in Myras were so clearly pronounced. It was like there was a very, very clear line. Zane figured that even the dumbest person on earth could figure out this place wasn't quite right. Still, Zane had mulled in his mind on this fact last time too. He knew that nothing he could do on this job would change anything. He just had to shut up and do the work. Simple as that. The griping that went on inside his head rarely went anywhere. It was fun to imagine a world where he could just fix everything. He wasn't in that world. And even if he did fix things, he was sure other people would just come by years later and make everything a mess again. It was the nature of the world, the nature of this country.
Zane's spacing out was quickly interrupted by a group of thugs approaching his employer. Sighing, Zane knew he would have to deal with this. The whole thing had gone by without any problems so far. Zane figured this was around the point where both his and his employer's luck would begin to run out. Standing in front of his employer and facing towards a group of 3 hooligans, Zane spoke in a firm voice. He told the boy to rub off, to go back to their business. Messing with Zane's employer would only bring them misfortune, after all. The hooligans weren't quite as smart, though. One drew a knife, brandishing it and pointing it at Zane. Zane sighed. Would he really have to do this? Zane put his hand on his revolver, drawing it. He did not point it at the hooligan just yet, though. The hooligans still had one more chance to back off after all. This whole thing could end without incident, but... Zane had a feeling that wasn't quite how this was going to go. So many people were blinded by pride. So afraid to admit when they were wrong... Zane himself sometimes tried to delude himself like that, but even he knew how to admit when he wasn't in the right. That being said, Zane liked to consider himself at least a little smart. The hooligans in front of him, well... Zane couldn't exactly say they were the brightest looking, speaking or acting bunch in the whole of Fiore.
The hooligan scoffed at Zane, looking back to his friends as if to ask them to get a load of this guy. That was about the reaction Zane expected from the man... a few more threats were uttered from the hooligan's mouth. Zane knew that settling this peacefully wasn't quite realistic anymore. Pointing his revolver at the man's foot, Zane shot a bullet. The man kneeled in shock. One of the other hooligans would be stunned in shock, the other lunging towards Zane. Zane simply kicked the other hooligan in the stomach, sighing. The bullet wound would most likely be easy enough for a doctor in the lower district to patch up. The kick in the stomach would hurt a bit, but nothing more. These men were going to be fine. Zane directed his employer to continue following, and so he did. Zane didn't want to have to do that. It didn't look good to the employer after all. Still, the alternative was him or his boss getting slashed by a knife, so... Zane figured it didn't go too bad. Looking back to his employer, the man gave a reaffirming nod at Zane. Zane knew he did the best he could back there. He didn't have much choice, after all. Oh well, not everything could go perfectly. Zane knew that this was going to be a possibility from the moment he took this task.
The employer met with the person he needed to see. Zane escorted him back. On the way back, it seemed nobody wanted to mess with Zane. Him shooting that hooligan in the foot was enough to make most people feel wary around him. It wasn't the best reputation, but it got the job done. The hooligans didn't end up having any huge injuries either, Zane would learn later that day. In the end, Zane's employer gave Zane what was promised. It wasn't the most tidy work, but it was work done well enough. And in the end, that was all that was needed to get the money that had been offered. And, in a way, that was enough for Zane.
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Name: Pistol Shot
Rank: B
Mana Cost: 100
Requirements: Revolver
Type: Offensive
Element: Arcane
Range: 25 Meters
Cooldown: 3 Posts
Duration: Instant
Effect: The user aims the pistol by holding it steadily with one hand. The user then squeezes the trigger and shoots a regular sized bullet that is formed from the users own mana at the aimed target. To shoot again, the user must pull back the hammer.