• Part 1 Blood Bane Kane, murderous marvel of mayhem and manic
    Rusty shackles and wet leather boots step off of a wooden plank onto a dock. Fog honed in the air as the smell of salt water and the sickly aroma of sweaty dunk sailors called through the breeze. The chains tying the men together clanged upon the wooden planks of the dock, and the Shackles wearing bloody grooves into the prisoner’s legs. A line of Ill-gotten men, pirates and criminals alike walk forth to their demise at the gallows. Each man, long given up on redemption, all forgotten the taste of freedom, the men walked on. There grim march, on a dark Friday morn, all of the Knaves, had been stripped of their pride, and glory, each one sent into a fall of depression. Marching onward aside their captors, the men step off the wooden dock onto fresh laid cobble stone into a port the men new, all too well. A man, couldn’t be past his early thirties, stepped in front of the prisoners “a sorry lot you’ve brung me” the English commander states, then begins to step forward with the demoralized captives.
    The line moved on, rusty chains tainted by the salt water and blood of the pirates, dragged along the cobble stone. The fourth man down the line, wasn’t like the rest, seemingly unaware of his predicament, unfazed from the beating and promise of death. Dressed in but a pair of black breeches, and blonde hair, the young man, marched with his head up high and a slight smile on his scared face. The blonde man had a scar reaching from cheek, to cheek running across his nose. Another running across his left eye, leaving it white and blind. The young man steps forth barefoot onto the wooden gallows, with the same smirk on his face.
    The gallows all arranged with a hang mans noose, 3 stations for hanging, meaning they had to remove the bodies before they could hang another. The Navy men undo the chains to the first three men, leaving the blonde man in front for the next killing. The English commander steps in front of the first three men, all of which have a rope tightly around there neck and says. “you have been accused of murder, piracy, smuggling, rape, tax avoidance, and treason, a crime only punishable by death, the court has sentenced you to be hung from the neck until death, your sentence is not negotiable, May god have mercy upon you” he states.

    The executioner pulls the handle, and the men drop. You can hear the sick sound of two of the men’s neck’s snapping from the body weight , giving them a quick merciful death, but the third man wasn’t as lucky. Flailing around, the man danced the “hang mans, jig”. The crowd of English soldiers watched with a certain sadistic pleasure, as the man slowly choked to death. “Cut em down” the Commander shouts to some navel men. The men cut down the first set of victims, and prepare for the next.

    The smell of death now screeching acridly through the air, burly men haul the dead bodies away throwing them onto a cart. Men come up the steps and undo the chains on the next set of men, the young blonde man in front. The executioner fastens the hemp noose around there necks, prickling against there unwashed skin. The crowd of soldiers looking onto the fiendish performance, with utmost glee.
    The commander steps up onto the gallows and looks at the captives and starts his speech “you have been accused……. What the bloody hell, are you who I think you are?” he starts then looks at the blonde man with the rope around his neck “ Blood Bane Kane, my heavens, the good lord hasn’t been mercifull on you” the commander says looking at the smiling young man. “ why yes, it is me, the years haven’t been as kind to you old friend” Kane replies to the commander “ friends? You shot me” the commander shouts.
    “friendly fire” Kane says the bellows out a blast of laughter.
    “what about the fight outside the keys”
    “consider it… me, releaving temptation from your path”
    “that cost us a pretty penny you know”
    “yeah, and it made me a good amount of gold”
    “it’s a good thing its your day to die”
    “wrong, mate, its yours”
    With the grim reply, the crowd pauses even the executioner seemed fearfull.
    “bollix” the commander exclaims.
    “ you made the mistake of taking the chains off”

    DRAMATIC PAUSE
    Suddenly Kane slips from his shackles and grabs the commanders sword. He spins the man around and holds the blade to the mans throat. The polished edge of the Sabre sliding across the commanders neck making a small cut under his Addams apple. The entire crowd of Soldiers becomes an uproar of unruly sailers, all condemning Kane, all readeing there weapons.
    “Hold fast your weapons , or the gallows gets a new coat of paint” kane yells aloud to the crowd holding the commander closer to his chest, with the blade diging deeper into his neck, penetrating the first few layers of skin. The army cools down, and kane walks slowly, still with the shackles on his feet, holding the frightened commander. Tension wisped across the cobblestone field of the town, and silence filled the streets. Kane with the highly decorated officer in his grasp, steps off of the gallows. Each step feeling like hours, the crowd was waiting for there opportunity to jump the Murderous Kane. The sound of the chains binding his foot shackles together knocking against the ground, Jingling against the cobble stone path. The crowd slowly parting way before the hostage situation advanced. A foul combination of blood and sweat dripped down the commanders neck, as Kane forced him along the path.Kane thought to himself “ how the heck am I getting out of this one, if I kill him, my bargaining chip is gone, and theres no way I can run with these clangers on me feet, but I doubt I can drag this b*****d to my freedom, I guess I can wait a bit.”
    Passing through the crowd, Kane bumps shoulders with many a angry Navy man, each waiting for a moment to attack. Each step down the path bringing the mouse trap of a stand off, closer to snaping, and catching who ever gets in between. The crowd of warriors fallows closely behind kane and his hostage. Suddenly, a mouse passes into the trap. Kane’s chains get caught on a stone, and trips Kane, causing the sword in his hand to pass through the flesh in the commanders neck, cutting through his windpipe in an instant, killing the hostage.
    “OOOOOOOH Crap” kane says to himself laying on the ground atop a dead comander.
    DRAMATIC PAUSE
    A large “gasp” is drawn from the lips of the soldiers about twenty feet down the path, it would only be seconds before the mob discovers that their beloved commander is now dead and bleeding onto the street. Kane stays still for a brief moment thinking on what to do next. “ well now what, my bargaining chip is dead, im flat off my feet, and the shackles still bound me, although im only about 40 steps away from the dock” kane thinks to himself.
    “uuuum, we, weee, were ok, he he just got a bit.. um dizzy” kane trys to bluff
    One of the navy men steps forward and says. “uhh why is he still on the ground” the man says heatently
    “well uhhm, that’s cuz I accidently killed him” kane says in a “what now” manner “he he” he adds
    A brief silence fills the air for a moment when another sailer steps from the crowd “common you lot, lets kill the Briggand, mooove”
    “hey look , a distraction” kane yells while pointing off into the town. And some sailers actually look. And thus the chase was on. Running awkwardly Kane with his feet bound together looking mmuch like a high speed penguin, with the mess of angry men fallowing close behind.in an instant Kane covers the distance and makes a jump for the water. In mid flight kane gets his chain stuck on a dock tie, and fumbles over the side head first into the ocean, with his feet sticking out of the water.
    The mob, stops to laugh at kane, giving him just enough time to slip his legs free.

    Dramatic pause

    Chapter 1 “Blood Bane Kane, murderous marvel of Manic and mayhem”
    Dripping wet, wearing only a black pair of breeches, Kane walks into a Pub, in which he is greeted by a heavty number of sailers and pirates. The smell of vomit and old alchlohol flowed across the bar’s dense air. The bar was filled past capacity, every seat filled with a strong man, or old sailer. The hustle and bustle of drinking songs and shouting made the noise unbareble. A young pretty woman sits behind the bar serving drinks to the sailers.
    A large man, many times larger than kane aprouches the soggy mess and says. “ HA HA HA, I knew old Blood Bane Kane was all wet HA HA HA HA” he bellows with thunderous laughter.
    “ yeah yeah yeah, yuk it up Seph, you guys got a warm place for me to sleep?” Kane says shivering
    “ Yeah mate upstairs, how you get you this way anyhow, last I Member you where caught and headed to port Royal for execution” Seph says with a chill in his voice
    “ he he, yeah that’s why im wet” Kane says walking up the stairs into a dimly lit hallway. Seph the old owner of the pub pulls out a mach to light a lamp on the wall. Kane still driping, with scabby rings of dried blood around his ankles, watching seph as he unlocks a door. Seph opens one of the several wooden doors along the hall, and motions Kane inside. Kane walks in and says before he close the door “ do you still have my stuff mate”
    “ creaky floor board under the bed, sleep well mate” Seph says then walks down the stairs, you can hear Seph Bellowing “KANES BACK” while walking down the stairs.

    A bleak room, a dirty dusty window, with a bunk bed to the side, and a 3 legged table propped up against the wall. A beutifull Persian rug rested on the floor, covered in dust, and more than likely stolen from a Persian. The ceiling walls and floor the same old pine wood, and a old musky lamp on the wall. Kane drops to the floor and crawls under the bunk. Lifting a loose board, kane grabs a hand full of cloths two pistols and a knife. He sets the gear on the bed and strips down to his Skivvys. He Puts on a dry pair of black loose pants, then a tightly fitting red shirt, and finally a vest white and plain. He buttons 3 buttons on the vest making sure the red fully showed, he then fastened a red bandanna upon his scalp. Next he grabbed his belt and fastened it around his waist, and strapped his Knife to his lower leg.
    The two single shot pistols where all he needed, Kane was a brilliant shot, and renowned for his accuracy with a pistol. A flask of jin rested on the side of his belt, along with ball and shot for his guns.
    Kane spends several moments Cleaning and dusting his room, and then settles down to sleep.
    Not so Dramatic pause
    Kane awakes to a conversation happening downstairs, he couldn’t make out the words, but they woke him up that morning. Kane arises from bed, makes it, and then heads down stairs. There Seph and the Bar maid are talking of old war storys of Sypher and Blood bane
    “ yeah , then that b*****d Kidd, charged me with his sword and I moved just in the nick of time” seph explains to the girl
    “that’s not how I remember it Seph, as I recall you where thrown over by captain kidd alone, and I saved your sorry soggy a**” kane said with a silent smirk. “ hey, wheres my boots and rifel” kane adds.
    “he he, yeah im uh, wearing yer boots, and your rifels hanging behind the bar” seph replies then sits down to remove the nice leather boots. The barmaid retrives the rifel, and returns Kane a wink. Kane repleing with a soft smile and grabs the gun off the bar top. “thank you” kane says then straps his boots on.
    “I remember, you and me went all over” seph said
    “yeah, that was back when I was a child seph, he he, almost 5 years since you’ve sailed huh mate?” Kane responds to Seph
    “ I suppose, that’s right” seph finishes
    Blood Bane Kane the murderous marvel of manic and mayhem, a nick name given to him while he sailed with the great pirate Sepher Van Arch, many adventures and many killed. The name was originally just Blood bane Kane, from a time he grabbed a man by the nape of his neck and thrusted a knife into his temple, covering him in the other mans blood, thus Blood bane, the rest originated from a drnking song, made about Kane, while they sailed into Tortuga.
    “blood bane Kane, stabbed his brain, and shot him in the skull, the murderus marvle of manick and mayhem, had grabbed him by his krull, turned him around, and went to town, turned his name to Mud, and that’s the kane, we sing today all covered in his blood”
    And the name stuck.
    Kane was born in a dutch port, along the coast of future mexico, being of wild nature he goined up on a pirate crew at age 12, and until he was 20, he had been fighting long side Seph, and had become the most feard man on the ship. Eventually Seph gave the ship to kane, and Kane gave it to Brody, who sails it to this day. In the 5 years after seph retired, Blood Bane had been running from the French Spanish and English, only friendly to the dutch settlers, and managed to sighn aboard with Anne bonny, and the infomus Captain Jack rackham AKA calico jack. After months of that, Kane, went off on his own being a fighter for hire, and doing what ever sounded like he would get more cash in the end.






    Chapter 2 “The legend of the green Volley”
    Sweat runs down the brow line as a theif runs down the back alleyways of a busy port town. Running for his life, in the dept of night, running from a fearsome hunter. The young thief, only about 16 years of age, Runs thunderously down pathways and between building trying to evade his pursuer. Fast foot steps heard from the roof tops above the boy, as the chase continues in the Sunday nights dark haze. The hunter racing above the boy leaping from roof to roof in hot pursuit of a young man who stole from the wrong person. Each fast paced step, bringing the child closer to his freedom, whilst his hunter fallows close above. In a flash of light, a led bullet pierces the boys knee breaking the pieces of his knee cap asunder. Blood, now pouring from his wound as the merciless bounty hunter, The Legendary Green Volley, collects his prize. An averaged sized man with dark tan skin, black hair, and eyes that peer into your soul, jumps from the roof tops onto the ground next to the boy. The bounty hunter, with thick black boots, and a green Coat upon his back, Grabs bandages from his bag and begins to wrap the child’s knee. Screaming in agony of his obliterated leg, the young thief begs for mercy, and brings to question the fact upon why the fierce Green Volley who had shot him, is now doing his best to save him.
    A Question that seems complex, but with a simple answer, the boy was wanted alive.
    “if I wanted you dead, I would of done that to begin with, I won’t get paid if you bleed out on the sidewalk” the soulless man says as he throws the injured thief over his shoulder.

    Meanwhile, a short blonde rapscallion, known to the Caribbean as Blood Bane Kane, Sleeps upon a table in a bar in the very city the Green Volley is now hunting within. The lights, and drinks have far past on the night of the Sabbath, leaving Kane as the only patron still in the bar. Lanterns put out, and a table cloth thrown over Kane, passed out, still with a flask of jinn in his hand. Light peers into the windows of the sleepy tavern, from the torch hung on the door outside, Kane’s Blonde hair showing, with his head tilted back, hanging of the edge of the table, with his red bandanna on the floor below. But still, even asleep, Kane dose not Rest Easy, Nightmares, a constant reminder of his guilt for deeds he isn’t proud of. Flash Backs of Kane mercilessly slaughtering Women and children fills his head, as Kane lies upon the bar table. Kane, had always done what was best for him, and often times the guilt is unbearable, most think Kane drinks, to celebrate, but celebration is only a disguise for how much he truly hates himself deep inside.
    Slowly, and Silently a man creeps down the stairs of the Bar, as Kane Sleeps on his back, slung over a table and a few chairs. The Dark Figure drawing closer to Kane, trying as hard as possible not to be detected. With a quick grasp the Figure grabs Kane by the Shoulder, a Mistake few live to tell of. Kane Quickly gets up, flying from the table launching the dark figure onto the ground, Kane then pounces onto the Shadow, with his Boot knife drawn. Holding the Silver blood crusted blade to the neck of the intruder, Kane with his one good eye attempts to make out the face of his assailant in the dark.
    Almost as quick as Kane was to Tackle the Figure, was the Figure to Exclaim “Its me Kane, Its me Mate, Please don’t kill me, its just me, your old friend Harold, I own this bar remember!”
    Kane drops his knife and collapses onto the chest of the old bar tender, simply saying “you know better that to sneak up on me mate”

    “you where dreaming again mate, I worry about you, maybe your days with Sepher still haunt you, now as much as I do like you Kane, im afraid my reed doesn’t sway in THAT wind, so please get off of ME” the grizzled bar tender exclaims. Kane rolls over onto the bar floor, and lays on his back, the two now both lying upon a dirty pub floor, staring up at the ceiling.
    “Days have been rough mate, I still cant get the images of that Aztec village we ransacked when I was a kid, all those people, children, what am I “ Kane says with his hair now messy covering his eyes.
    “your human Mate, we all have things we regret, some are worse that others, but all we can do is go on, nothing more, you cant go back and stop yourself from killing them, but you can still move forward, and trying to live your life to the fullest” Harold Says with a Wisdom filled expression.
    “but im Blood Bane, everyday, I go on as Blood Bane, people stop and cross the street to get away from me, like im a monster, you have been like a father to me Harold, how do I just move on” kane says with a spark in his voice.

    “Well, in my opinion your pretty well Stuffed and Scuppered, with no way of a normal life” Harold says then begins to laugh

    “thanks for the advice” Kane says sarcastically, and then the two begin to laugh heartely upon the floor of the pub.

    Hours pass, and the Two talk, and tell tales, while cleaning the bar for the morning opening, the sun peeking gently over the oceans horizon, now on the early Monday morn. Kane Moping the Floor, and Old Harold O’creagen, cleaning glasses, while to two speak.
    “So kane, I heard you where at Seph’s place Friday night, and strayed Saturday, did the old b*****d steal your stuff again?” Harold says to Kane while wiping down the Bar
    “I leave my gear there for 2 months, while I faked a capture so I could assassinate the warden of a british prison, then escape the Stockade, and the b*****d wears my boot, I mean, me and him go way back, but there my boots mate” Kane replys while cleaning the floor.
    “Aye, well Seph is a pirate, and regardless of how nice he seems, he is only your friend to get money from ya, like how he only gave you the ship, cuz it was a piece of crap, then you and Brody fix it up, suddenly he wants to sail again” Harold Explains to Kane
    “ Man, speaking of Brody, you hear of old Iron Skull Lately, I miss the kid, last I heard he stole a galleon of loot from the Spanish and vanished”
    “I saw Brody about two weeks ago, he and the crew where headed off to Scotland”
    “back to the Britons?” Kane says with excitement
    “and He didn’t bring me……” kane adds
    The two then bellow into laughter and continue cleaning the bar.

    Legends, each man carries one of his own. Legends grow, more powerful as the mans deeds become more influential, be his deeds viewed as evil, or id he is seen as a redeemer, each man has one. Some more Known Than others, but all legends are of equal value. In this Case, the Tale of the Green Volley. A man, so determined, oceans part as he hunts his prey, a bounty hunter so efficient, the gods call upon him to claim the wicked. Although these are exaggerations, all legends have a reason for a charecters sheer power.
    The True Name of the Green Volley is unknown, many believe he was born of tribal blood. The legend, was born when a young couple was sold into slavery, taken from there Aztec homes by Spanish axes. The two had a love that burned with the passion of many suns, an embrace that cost them their very lives. The two lived common Incan Life’s, before being conquered by the Aztec, and then very soon attacked by the Spanish. As the two made passionate love, and the mans seed was passed into his lovers womb, so was his passion for the one he loved. The two laid on one another looking into each others eyes, as the beautiful skies above glistened with the stars of the heavens. A Spanish Soldier noticed the two upon the hill, miles from the recently sacked Aztec village, and quickly captured the lovers. As the two where ripped from each others arms, the Gods looked down in disgust, looking upon the selfish, and greedy Spanish with fury for destroying such passionate love, a love that called attention to even the gods. That Night, the Spanish soldiers, envious and lust full of the Aztec Woman’s beauty attempted to take from her, what was only shared with her mate. The Soldier, ripping her skirt from her body grabing her arms attempting to rape the small and fragile flower, and a large thin blade piercing his armor, entering the wicked mans heart. The woman’s lover, had broke free from the soldiers chains and had killed the soldier who was trying to rape his love. The two partook in a finale kiss, and then soon, the man was killed by a group of Spanish. The woman, heart broken, and vengeful, was sold into slavery, where 9 months later, a child was born.
    A child, born of pure love, and passion, soon to be fueled by hate and rage.

    From here the story stops, few know what went on during the Green Volleys Child hood, or even how old he is, but the story of his parents love, gave birth to the legend of the green Volley.
    Some say, the Bounty Hunter, has no soul, that the Gods, helped bring a creature into the world that would crush evil in its path, and stop this from happening again. His Name is derived from two things, His green Jacket, and the volley of bullets that fallow in his path. The Dark Skinned man, isn’t known for his mercy, but is renowned for his compassion, never allowing an innocent to be harmed, and making sure that wicked men suffer for their crimes.

    A trail of blood leading down the alley way, where the Volley had taken his prey, dried upon the stone path in the early morning sun. Towns folk now active and about doing their daily toil, as the hunter claims his prize. Up the pathway, and within the English stronghold, and Injured teenaged thief, lays on the floor at the feet of the green jacket, and Black Boots. A Englishmen, in a wig, with parchment and pen hands the Bounty hunter his reward as guards carry off the injured thief. The Pen trembling in the Englishman’s hand as he crosses the teens name from the list on the parchment.
    “do I frighten you” this sound, slowly leaves the lips of the Green volley, and enters the ear of the Englishman writing on his parchment.
    “you… your your th the Green Volley” the frightened man manages to make the words leave his mouth.
    “Indeed, but it is not you I am after, at least not now, I’m here for Kane”













    Chapter 3 “A gun fight, amongst gods”

    A small group of sailors line the seats of “O’Creagens” as The deadly Blood Bane Kane, serves Drinks to Sailors this fine Monday morning. His bandanna off, and his white vest and weapons put away Kane, humbly works for a good friends pub. Wearing his red sleeveless shirt, black loose pants and his fine boots, Kane passes drinks to groups of early rising patrons. The smell of Fish swings through an open window, as a breeze passes by the small bar. Harold with his gray beard fashioned into a smile, as he prepares drinks, like Irish crème to various sailors, and fisherman. Kane, with a smile upon his face walks back and forth talking to the customers, taking drink orders, and payment for services. When Kane visits his old Friend Harold, it’s a time when Kane can forget, where nothing matters except the now, and for once Blood Bane Kane, is just called Kane, not a brigand, not a heathen, just Kane, plain and simple.
    Kane leans back against the wall near the bar, where Harold is cleaning a glass, and says “ Hey mate, its times like these that make all the years of hell worth while, nothing to worry about but the bar”
    Both Harold and Kane smile at one another, and begin to laugh “ didn’t we pay this place off with stolen gold? And isn’t our stock all stolen” Harold says while laughing heavily
    “I prefer the term…. Re located to a better establishment, in the favor of Kane and Harold” Kane smirks and lets out hearty laughter. The two then lean back, unaware of the hunter that lurks in the city, unknowing of the relentless beast that now stalks Kane, with only his death in mind.
    Harold Turn’s to Kane, motioning his head toward the stairs in the corner “might as well get some good sleep mate, since we aren’t that busy, go take a nap in my bed, ill get ya if your needed” Harold says with a smile. “Kane then marches up the stairs and off to sleep in O’Creagens bed
    Else where, a demon tracks down the Infamous Blood Bane , a Dark skinned man, in a green coat, watches carefully as his prey steps up the steps of a bar across the street. His target unarmed, and fully unaware of the hunters presence. The Green volley, waiting on a roof top across the street from O’Creagens, loads his customized weapons. Two Unique pistols, using a revolving cylinder chamber, allowing him to fire 6 shots without reloading, only having to turn the cylinder to push the next round into the chamber. Each Chamber of his weapons, holding powder cotton and led ball, allowing the demon to riddle his opponent with holes, while his advisory reloads. The polished Silver and ebony weapons, shining in the morning sun, just waiting for the chance to send a led ball into the chest of Kane. The Green Volley leaps from his roof top landing firmly upon the laid stone path below. It was early in the morning, so few noticed his leap of faith off of the roof top. His black boots stepping one after the other as the soulless Bounty hunter walks to the door of O’Creagens bar. His hands placing firmly upon the large thick doors silver handle, turning the latch and opening the door. The door to the bar slowly creaking open, as a deathly chill enters the air, and for a brief moment all conversations in the building pause. All eyes upon the man in the green jacket now standing at the door, the cold morning are chilling the patrons to the very bone. A feeling of grief, fills Harold’s soul, for he knew who the man was, now standing at his door. Harold had crossed blades with the man once before, when the man was yet a boy, when the Green Volley, hadn’t the reputation he has now. Deep inside Harold thought that the Green Volley had Found him, and was to exact his revenge

    The fearsome man In green, steps from the door, and toward Harold, as the commotion of the bar resumes to normal. Harold, reaching inside a drawer of the bar, for his pistol, just waiting for the Green Volley to make his move. With his dark eyes, seemingly looking into Harrods Soul, the green Volley opens his mouth, and asks merely for a drink.
    “An Irish Crème, please” the fearsome Hunter says softly, and grimly
    “What Brings you to my bar, on this Monday morning” Harold replies as he hands the man his drink, the smile that usually stains Harold’s face now gone, replaced with the seriousness of the situation.
    “Im looking for a man, perhaps , perhaps you have seen him” the Green Volley says as he takes a sip of his drink.
    “Ive seen a lot men, but none the likes of you would be interested in” Harold says with a grim tone of voice, as he puts a bottle on the shelf behind him.
    “and you think , the likes of me is what”
    “I know who you are, and I know what you do”
    “So my actions get around, the tounges of man pass many news around… Harold” The man in green says and then smiles only slightly.
    “so, then, you remember me” Harold says after a long pause, most men, would have thought his mind was fearful, but not Harold, he had lived to long, and seen too many things to be afraid, it was concern for Kane he had on his thoughts.
    “I remember, long ago, only a year after I escaped from the Slaver who owned me, I recall and old man who taught me a lessen, one I well deserved. So no, it isn’t you I am after” The man says as he finishes his drink.
    “mind if I say goodbye to the lad” Harold says with a smile, the thoughts of concern left his mind, now replaced with the image of the man now standing behind the Green Volley.
    “Mind if I say Hello” Kane says , now fully dressed and armed, with a pistol to the head of the famous Bounty hunter. The Green Volley, now with Kanes barrel at his head, caught off guard, simply smiles.
    “I knew you would be more challenging kane, but I had no Idea that Blood Bane was this quick” Green Volley states calmly as he stand up slowly from his bar stool. Kanes gun pressed firm against the hair on the back of the Bounty Hunters neck, his finger gently against the trigger, as the man he now holds hostage slowly stands to his feet. The two begin to step away from the bar counter slowly pacing, kane keeping his gun placed against the Hunters head.
    “Some help mate?” Kane says while backing away with the green volley at the end of his pistol. Looking at Harold, Kane already knew his old friends next words “its your fight mate, not mine” Harold says and then quickly nods to kane. Then in a flash, the green Volley turns around, and knocks the pistol away from the back of his head, and with all his force tackles Kane, and the two fly out the large windowpane next to the door. Green volley on top of kane, both men lying on the stone street covered in shattered glass. Kane with a tight grip on his pistol, attempts to point his weapon at the green volley. The Bounty Hunter Grabbing Kanes Wrist in a death grip, the two fighting over the pistol. Kane Manages to Knee the Bounty Hunter in the stomach, and roll the brawl over. Kane Now on top the two continue to struggle over the firearm. The Green Volley maneuvers his foot onto Kane’s stomach, and with a Kick lets go of the Pistol, and launches Kane off of him. Both men scramble to get onto their feet, and with in an instant a shot is heard and both men once again hit the ground. Kane rushes for cover, crawling with a bullet Graze on this left shoulder. The Hunter, crawling behind a fruit stand with a gaping hole in his jacket, but uninjured. The bullet from Kanes gun, would have killed the hunter, if he weren’t wearing specially crafted armor.
    Kane hiding around a buildings corner grabs his second pistol, and breathing heavily he peeks around the corner looking for his opponent. With one of his large customized guns The Green Volley fires 4 more shots at Kane’s direction. Kane rolls from his corner and Dives behind a crate, dodging the Green Volleys Sixth Bullet in the process.Kane Leaps over the Crate with his Knife in hand and charges his hunter. At full sprint Kane plows through the fruit stand and tackles the Bounty Hunter with his Knife.
    The small blade tearing through the coat but scraping against the tin armor that the hunter was wearing. The green Volley, once again under Kane Black, attempts to throw a punch into the side of Kane, but his fist doing little to the Muscle trained Kane. Kane drops his knife under his opponent, and throws a punch across the green volleys face, making a small gash on his face. Kane’s Large Biceps flexed as he throws a second punch into the mans gut. A large Crack is heard, accompanied with Kane Yelling with pain, as his knuckles meet the metal plating the man was wearing. Kane rolls off of the Green Volley, and the volley, staggered, attempts to get up and fails.
    Both men now lying next to one another, scramble to get up. The green volley Draws a dagger, and goes for a downward stab. Kane grabs the Volley’s arm and then his side, and with a kick of Kanes feet, kane sweeps the legs out from under the volley and throws the man into the wall of a building. The Volley going several feet before hitting the wall, then crashing against the stone path, landing on his left side. Kane reaches for his other pistol, as the Volley draws his other gun. The two fire, bullets wiz by Kanes head as he takes aim. A single ball of molten led, burst’s from the chamber of Kanes gun, leaving the barrel with a stream of smoke trailing the ball. The ball moving faster than any humans eye, enters the green Volleys guns barrel, flying inward and shattering the revolving cylinder. The gun in the Volley’s hands seems to explode as the bullet from Kane’s gun hits the cylinder. Pieces of burnt metel fly from the volleys hand, as the smell of burnt gun powder fills the air, and for a brief second the to look into each others eyes. Kane, walks around the corner, and begins to relode his two pistols, while the Volley Brings himself to his feet, and pullsFully loaded cylinder from his pocket, instantly reloading his still working gun.
    People in the streets fleeing away from the gun fight happening outside of O’Creagens bar. Kane and the volley both injured from the short Melee that they just participated in. Blood seeping, from Kanes shoulder from the bullet graze, and the Volley Spits out blood, while hiding behind a large crate. A single sound was then heard, a sound both where hoping not to hear, a dreaded sound that ment trouble.

    “Guards HELP THERES A BRAWL GUARDS” a man shouts from down the road, and within an instant a group of British soldiers run down the road. A group of six holding Muskets with bayonets, charge for the two combatants. Kane turns and Fires one of his pistols at the English Soldiers, the bullet splitting the bone of the man’s skull, sending blood onto the other soldiers. The man who was shot drops to the ground, with a large fraction of his head missing from kanes shot. The men open fire, and Kane dives over a Crate for cover. Bullets fly over head as the Volley Raises his gun, and sends a wall of led flying at the British. A bullet entering a man’s jaw, sending a mouthful of bloody teeth across the road, as several other bullets tear into the man’s gut. With only four men left the soldiers, now covered in their comrades blood, run out of the alley way and rush toward the fort to call for help. Kane turns to look at the volley standing openly only feet from him staring t the guards running off. Kane draws his gun and pulls the trigger. The hammer of the pistol slamming against the flint, but sparking no powder. Kane had grabbed the gun he had just fired. The Volley turns, to see Kanes gun pointed at him, and quickly thoughts rush through his mind. “the man was able to shoot through my barrel, with an eye like that, im done for” the bounty hunter thinks to himself.

    The only sound heard, was the snap of the Hammer hitting the flint, fallowed by a long awkward silence. Their eyes gaze into one another’s both feel, the same emotion, each knowing that their opponent would stop at nothing until only one stands. Kane lowers his gun, and stands up. The Volley puts his gun away and turns his body toward kane. The two beaming at one another, both out of ammo except Kanes single bullet.

    Torn flesh, and scattered blood covers the path, broken wood, and bullet holes line the stone and wood walls of the alley. A bell rings in the distance calling for british soldiers to stop the titans from clashing. Kane looking at Volley, with eyes of hate. Kane had many friends who were all in turn, killed by the Green Volley, awaiting the day that the demon would track him down. The Volley, has seen firsthand the type of destruction Kane leaves behind him, Bloody Kane, always bloody. A stand off, lasting only seconds as the two warriors think over their next move, thousands of calculations in a single second. Both minds trained for battle, each have killed many men, and both with a fearsome reputation. At one end, the Murderous Cretin, that is Blood Bane Kane, the Butcher of Bengal, a man who always leaves a path of blood behind him, and the Green Volley, a man without mercy, no remorse, and without a care.
    Suddenly, Kane makes a dash for his knife by the broken fruit stand, and the Volley Dashes close behind. Meters traversed in seconds as the warriors re-engage in combat. Kane flys through the air, arms reaching out for his Knife, with Volley only feet behind. Blood Bane, grabs the knife, and turns about only to be tackled by Volley. The bounty Hunter, proceeds to knee Kane while both are once again on the ground. Kane, making futile attempts to stab the Green Volley, striking his armor with each move, and causing no damage.
    In an instant their quarrel was stopped, by a musket ball. A piece of led indenting the Volleys armor pushing him off of Kane, and behind them Both, a brigade of 40 british soldiers.