In the distant mountains, there lies a temple. Swordsmen were made in this particular temple with the name of 18 Blades to be left. In this place, the Adepts of the 18 Blades. The sounds of swords being swung, magic elements spiraled over their temple as the disciples were practicing. Yet they were unaware of a figure that was lying in wait in their inncer sanctum.

"We've found the name of the person that killed our Elders and disciples. His name is Kael Webster." That name had awoken the lying figure in the shadows. None of them have noticed him, perhaps the difference was obvious.

"I hear his family is in matello. Let us deal with i-" The figures that spoke about it had their throats slit. The thuds of the bodies had alerted everyone in the temple. Seeing a figure with blue hair and a white cloak, wielding what seems to be a piece of metal.

"Who... Who are you?!" The blue haired figure did not answer as he threw the cloak aside. His body had tattoos of beasts all over it with a neck that had a slave collar tattooed on.The boy did not answer, he faded from their senses. The throats of the ones that tried to face him were now riddled with holes.

"Attack him!" They drew their blades, the blades did strike the boy. Yet for some reason it as like they were striking a something like an anvil. Their blades were warping, bending and even chipping off from making contact with the skin. A jab to the face that turned a face into mush. A swing with that piece of metal in hand that was able to cause blood to splash all over. The boy's figure was nothing to scoff at. Even martial artists can't hope to compete. Movement wise, it was not sloppy. Calculative and every strike he made. Not a single movement of it is wasted. The expression? Not a smile or a frown, it was like a blank as a piece of paper.

It was odd, when he chose to dodge the boy was able to weave through the attacks. Striking the joints to break balance and momentum of the martial artists. Yet to the boy, their movements were like watching snail trying to move. Calling them a tortoise would be a compliment. Tearing through the waves of these swordsmen was nothing.

They started to blast away their magic. Javelins made of the elements, though lightning was not a bad thing as the boy used that piece of metal in his hands to channel the lightning to his path.

"I can't use magic right now but what I can do. Is use lightning against yours." A snap of the fingers and the lightning errupted to all of the magicians present, electrocuting them to death until their bodies exploded. The entire temple grew quiet. Only the blue haired boy was present to watch all of this happen.

"Hello. Luca." Luca turned to see a familiar face, it was Jonah.

"So your magic veins are in bad shape. We'll have to call Ciara for that but I am always a fan of your work. Why'd you kill them?"

"They wanted to go after Kael..." Luca spoke with ease, then seeing Jonah drop some stuff for him.

"Some gear. I know you're going to head to Abazmantisk. You'll need some gear at least." Luca took a look at what had been given.

"Avalon soldiers carry 5.45X39 for their assault rifles. 6.5 Creedmoor for their rifles. Pistol calibers in 45.ACP" Luca put on the digital urban battle dress uniform, putting on chest plate with pouches for the magazines. He was taking a knee as he geared up. Checking the rifle.

"I remember your fondness for Slavic weapons. So I made you an AK. It's a prototype AK of my country. This particular model has been handfitted and upgraded accordingly. I know you don't like it if I tinkered your AKs like an AR." Luca was pulling the side charging handle, taking a look at the rifle bolt. The insides were a bit different. This rifle was made to be heavier, a little bit heavier than what Luca is used to. A rail system for attachments and whatever that Luca needed, and the sights? The sights were titrium glow in the dark sights. Luca took a moment to get a feel for the trigger. The reset of the trigger to when it will be ready to fire the next shot was too quick.

"I've personally had it tested for you but I couldn't find you. I've shot 4000 rounds through it, it's broken in and has only had 2 malfunctions. I've made the reset to be near instantaneous. The safety has set for full, semi and safe. So if you need to use semi it won't take too long for the reset." Jonah explained. Luca did not say a word, merely a nod and a thumbs up to the rifle.

"The rifle. It will be an AR-10. I know your distaste towards rifles made by the people of the West. But this is a rifle that I've tuned out for you. It's been zeroed in. Jams a few times if the carbon build up doesn't get cleared. Ease of maintenance since you can pop the trigger assembly to clean it." Jonah continued while Luca opened the rifle up, seeing how the condition of the barrel. Looking at the mechanism inside. Luca closed it but that sour look on his face was enough for Jonah to understand that Luca was not a big fan of the platform.

"The next up. Is a pistol. It's a Baltokian made. PL15. 16 round magazine 9mm parabellum. Match grade trigge and parts for extensive use. Serrations at the front and back. Aggressive stippling just in case your hands and gloves get a little dirty." Luca was checking the pistol out. A suppressor was attached, underbarrel flashlight and laser. Luca pulled the slide then shot out to the dead bodies behind him. Perhaps having a feel for the recoil. He brought the gun close to his neck area. Swapping the old magazine with a new one. When the magazine is locked into place, Luca could see the glint of the brass in the chamber. Right thumb flicking the slide release.

Back on target within the milisecond. Luca holstered the pistol to the thigh. Then grabbing the AK. Firing off a few shots, tasting the recoil. Making an assessment to how he will have to approach his reloads. The fire rate was moderate and recoil manageable. The approach that Luca is opting is to swap magazine and move his left hand underneath to pull the charging handle on the right sound.

"Luca. When you want to fight for your country and against Avalon. Just wait for Ciara to heal you, then you let Kael and me know." Jonah said.

"Jonah... You're a leader. Is it not dangerous to go against Avalon?" Luc asked, seeing Jonah shake his head. Followed by a porcelain mask over his face that was painted in the colours of fall with a brown victorian tailcoat.

"I will go as the Avatar of Fall as Kael will be the Avatar of Destruction." Jonah said as Ciara appeared by their side.

"Hi, Ci." Luca greeted, only to be slapped by Ciara.

"Don't go into a fight when you're not healed. Just let me clear up your magic... Jonah, help me."