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@, "Well i wasn't just a engineer, and yes the weapons i designed are even more powerful then my scythe or your hammer, i don't work for the military anymore, but they are still pestering me to design more weapons, i still have a few designs that are probably stronger then any weapon that could ever be made, but i really don't want thoughts to be used ever! there is a limit to how much power a nation can have and i won't let them have anymore..." Striker said in a serious tone.

@, "Ok, ok, sorry about the humor! but no really i have never heard of you, i am but a simple travailing pony, i come from places so far away that ponies either have never heard of them or don't want to speak it's name, so i don't really know what goes on in general!" Icicle said in a more serious but still friendly tone. "I came over to rome because i thought i would make a good body guard for a rich pony but thing haven't seemed to go as planned..."

@, Icicle looked at Scar with a wierd expression... "Know you?...." Icicle thought for a second... "No i don't know or have ever heard of a Scar..." Icicle looked back at Scar smiling, "Why are you famous or something? I have never met a famous pony or griffin before..." Icicle said in a funny tone, "Oh! could i have your autograph!?"

@, "White scar?" Icicle said the griffins name with a look of horror on his face, paused, then started smiling as if the entire thing was a joke, "Well it's nice to meet you White Scar!" Icicle said in a happy tone. "So your one of the gladiators?" Icicle asked, he looked happy as though he didn't have a care in the world

@, (I don't want to wait any longer for autumn) Striker went up to the two Griffins and said, "Hi my name is Striker i seen you two a lot but never had much time to say hello, so i'm doing that now!" Striker said in one fast sentence, he smiled and gave a small sqee (What?! I don't Sqee!) he wanted to be a little silly, he didn't know why.

@, Striker nodded his head, "sounds like you have has quite a experience, i myself had some experience in the military but it's nothing i can tell you of at least..." Striker said shrugging, "What i can tell you though..." Striker put his head down and looked around to make sure no one else was listening in, "I invented lots of the weapons used in the last few wars..." Striker whispered

@, "Well that wasn't surprising in the little bit..." Striker said looking back upstairs and then back to Star, "So you were in the military? What war did you fight?" Striker asked wondering, in the past 50 or so years many wars had broken out, not that there are not wars going on all the time.

@, @, Striker looked at Star and back to Amber, "I think you had just about enough, if you got this drunk after one glass i don't want to know what happens after two..." Striker looked at Star hoping he might agree with him, " A tad to much?" Striker asked Star in a worried tone.

@, Striker looked at the fighting dumby's and started training, the speed and agility he had was not normal for most ponies, cutting through the dumby's like a knife through water, he accidentally used the gun, realizing what he did, he could only watch as the bullet hit the target... two seconds later a huge bang, Striker put his scythe back and walked back into the inn, "Sorry about the mess outside... I... um kinda got carried away..." Striker said trying not to hide from the damage he caused.

(who said Striker was good at everything? He is a blade master yes, but i did not say he was perfect about anything else, not once!) @, "Didn't you hear the old foals tales about how to much drink will also end badly? And what makes me the Perpetrator? I harmed noone and i plan to keep it that way until i really have to use this beauty!" Striker said a little annoyed, "i am going to go out back and train." Striker said annoyed walking out back he opened his blade up and got into his normal stance.

(I don't think it's very OP, it's not like i killed anyone, and besides, everyone is good at something... haven't you seen the master swordsman brake a b-b before?) @, Striker laughed, "Well captain sounds like you don't trust me enough! You don't just go to any weapons shop and buy one of these!" Striker motioned to his scythe, "In fact you don't go anywhere and buy these, I hoof made this from scratch, and know every inch of this weapon without even looking. Besides i wouldn't be swinging this thing around if i hadn't gotten training first." Striker said joyfully.

@, "You mean like this?" Striker said pushing a button on the staff, the blade poped out into the scythe, Striker then took a small ice cube and through it in the air above Star, a blur of movement and sound later snow started falling over the bartender, "Hey look i made it snow!" Striker said laughing, he popped the blade back in place and put it back on his back, "Know any good drinks that use snow?" Striker said trying not to laugh.

@, Striker looked at the captain, "The work i do requires me to go to extreme measures... most of the time at least. Now if you want to see a real weapon then i will show you one." Striker pulled the staff from off his back and showed it to the captain, it looked like a large metal staff with large pieces of metal hanging on the side, "This is more then you might think it is, to you it's just a staff but you haven't seen it when it's angry!" Striker said laughing.

@, @, "I will have you know we are not on your ship captain, but if your willing to drink your self blind then go ahead, i wont stop you..." Striker put the box of bullets away and started getting out empty magazines which he had to craft himself, looking at star he asked, "So i heard your a military man am i right? Well in all your time in the army have you ever seen such a bullet?" Striker pulled one out of the crate, it was huge! as long as half a ponies leg and almost as wide, it was covered in a special shiny substance made of different metals, "This bullet is probably the most dangerous in the entire land, i have not met a pony yet who can beat this bullet..." Striker said admiring his work.

@, @, Striker was in his zen state, he heard everything around him, the birds, the chattering downstairs and how someponies were going on about a drink of some sort, and the hammering of the gunsmith, probably making his bullets, suddenly the hammering that Striker had grown accustomed to stopped, Striker opened his eyes, "Bullets must be done..." Striker grabbed his staff and walked downstairs, their he saw Amber and Autumn drinking some sort of Super drink, as Striker understood it, looking at Amber he simply said "I suggest you don't drink something strong captain... we can't have a hungover ship driver now can we?" Striker said smiling, looking at Autumn he gave a small chuckle. Striker was right about the bullets being done as he paid the gunsmith, and so many bullets did they make him, Striker carried a large crate back to the inn and dropped it on a table close to everypony.

@, @, Icicle got bored of sitting around an decided to go to the arena, "Surely there will be something there for me to do..." Icicle said getting up, when he made his way into the arena, he saw the two griffins, he never talked to them or even introduced himself, so he decided he would finally go say hello.

@@Skullbuster, "I don't take your soul!" Icicle knew that the conversation might have led here, "You keep your soul, i never touch it, the only reason i am going to put your soul in this vile, is because the vile amplifies what the soul wants, so if you want a blade this vile will turn into any blade you choose, it is a kind of soul magic... But trust me when i say i will only craft it for you and never touch it again!" Icicle was looking straight at Magnus, if he started going around telling ponies "Icicle uses some evil magic!" He would have to move again, so Icicle was trying as hard as possible to get his point across.

@@Skullbuster, Icicle looked at Magnus, his expression was strange, "How do i explain this to you...."Icicle was looking for the words "I can make you a blade that can turn into any blade, i can make you a blade that is indestructible, but it's at the cost of a change.... your soul will be pushed into this" Icicle showed him the vile, "And as long as you keep it unbroken you will live like most ponies..." Icicle was not sure how to truly explain the power of the little snow vile.

@, "Ya lets hope they stay that way!" Striker said hopeful, he was blushing, and couldn't really help it, he was very glad that he had met Autumn, she was one of his only friends, and probably the only person who ever understood him, he cared for her greatly and would be devistated if anything happened to her. "Well i think it's getting late, we should all probably rest up for tomorrows journey." Strikr couldn't help looking at Autumn before he left to go to his room. when he got to his room, their was a nice bed in the center, instead of jumping on the bed he found a nice spot on the wooden floor and got into a meditation postion, Striker rarely slept anymore, instead he would always meditate focusing on every sound he heard, thats why he always made a good body guard, he was always ready for a fight.

@, "Its a feather from your first set of wing's, i always keep them on me!" Striker said happily nudging Autumn back in the same playful way, you remember what happened the first time you tried to fly with these wings?" Striker started laughing at the laugh, "At least one good thing came out of you being injured and losing your mouse..." Striker said his tone saying he was completely serious and he was not trying to be offensive in anyway.

@, Striker looked at the chain and handed it over to Autumn, saying "You know what that piece of metal is? Try and guess i bet you wont be able to tell." Striker's expression changed from solem to a little silly and up beat, it might have been the cider talking, but Striker didn't care, he just wanted to change the topic as much as possible, he didn't like remembering the pain Autumn had been in the day he had found her.

@, Striker nodded, "And i remember finding you outside of town, bleeding like no tomorrow i am lucky to have found you when i did otherwise we wouldn't be here today, going on such an adventure..." Striker passed the cup of super strong sider to Autumn, sometimes it was a good thing to forget pain, Striker got out a small chain with a small broken piece of metal on it and simply starred at it.

@, Striker look at the captain, a little shocked that she would ask a question, but then again it was bound to happen around Autumn, deciding not to say anything, he sat next to Autumn, and for the first time in several years he actually had a shot of the strongest apple cider in the bar, he looked at Autumn as if to say, "You don't have to if you don't want too..."

@, Striker looked in the corner and saw Autumns discomfort, putting his staff back he walked over to her, "You ok? you look a little dazed and uncomfortable, and i always hate seeing my friends uncomfortable..." Striker said comfortingly, he was worried about Autumn, "I know this adventure of ours is not just for the gold, it never really has been, is thats whats on your mind?"

Striker made his way to the back, there he found the grind stone, grabbing his staff, he clicked a button and a large blade pooped open from the side, his scythe was one of his best friends, helping him through hard times, so in return he took care of it and brought it with him no matter where he went. Even though he knew the blade was not alive, he always liked to imagine it was. Striker started grinding away until his scythe was sharp enough to cut a leaf without even trying to cut it. making his way over to the gun smith he asked for the specific caliber bullet... and the smith looked at him wide-eyed and in shock, sadly they did not have the specific caliber bullet, but they could make him a box by the next morning, Striker agreed and made his way back to the inn, making sure to close the scythe before entering, "safety first" Striker laughed to himself.