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Alucard was alone on the eastern castle walls. They were isolated and far away from the rest of his abode that was full of peasants that were forced to serve him. He looked out at the night sky, his long, flowing jet black hair glistening like the shining stars. The moon light bounced off of his giant gleaming longsword, giving it an almost soft slow to the amazing work of smithing. The tyrant closed his eyes, taking in the serenity of the scene before he knew it would inevitably end.
And it would end. He had received word that an assassin was sent to kill him. The 7 foot tyrant smiled when he heard this news, and it quickly turned into laughter. He couldn't believe how cowardly his enemies were. An assassin? They couldn't best him in battle, so they would cheat. How disgusting. After all, they were the "good guys". Weren't they supposed to be all about integrity, honour and all that nonsense? They were all phonies; being good was nothing but a lie.
That's when he sensed it. Alucard lifted his left hand and swatted the person away from him, hearing him make a loud thud on the ground. Alucard turned around to face the assassin. The assassin didn't look like an amateur. Given his clothing, Alucard would figure that he was quite skilled, despite the youth of his body. Alucard on the other hand, looked like a battle tested warrior. He was bare-chested, showing off his huge torse that was toughened through battle. It had taken on a bronze colour from being constantly under the sun while in battle.
His arms bulged as he picked up his longsword that was almost a full foot taller than the tyrant. There were scars up and down his muscular arms. His torso was marked with one giant scar, a huge one that started from his right shoulder and ended near the left side of his pelvis. It had darkened, making it look like a light copper compared to his bronze skin. His long legs were covered in a dark green pants that fit securely on him.
He lifted his sword high into the air, only to kick his attacker back. "Bring it, fool."
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