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I do as he says, and then feel the blade in my mind. I feel a dull object in my hand, and look. I had succesfully summoned a lamp. I narrow my eyes at it, and throw it to the side, ignoring the snickers. I do the spel again, and summon a, well, a mop. My mouth gapes and I throw it next to the lamp. I focus as hard as I can, and then feel the blade, as if it was in my hand, and then repeat the words. I feel a cold hard surface hit my hand, and then I glance at it. In my hand was a blue sleeking diamond, its luster that of gold, the edge demanding the air around it to split, without it actualy being swung. I smile, then try to move it. It doesn't budge. I let my eye's fall to the ground. "Drako, why won't it move?" I look up to his somewhat astonished but still knowing face. He shrugs, then eyes the blade. I let go of it, and it hovers. I sigh. "That legend can't be true. No. There is no such thing as a blade made only for defense."

"I would expect Axel to have a guardian's sword." I looked up from my observing to see them both starring blankly at me, "What? I'm a weapon expert ofcourse, summoner's are called battle-magi for a reason, not to mention my training with Uriel, and also my years as a blacksmith, by the way Scarlet, please don't touch my private stash of weapons without asking me first, magical items are very hard to make, especially those guns!" Those fiery weapons where my pride and joy, though the guns wheren't that hard to make, I could tell young Vincent was born to use guns, testing his meddle as a theif would be fun.

"So you just found them by accident I presume? Well leave them be, I think I have a special project to get working on, this gun could use reinforcment, magical reinforcment, and I need to grab a quick bite to eat, see you both, later." I got off the couch and headed for the door, grabbing my sniper rifle on the way out, no one but the summoners knew exactly what kind of magic practicer could make enchantments, that was us. A little eagles vision for the scope, I could fashion a cartrige that never ran out of ammo, ofcourse that would have to be poisoned ammo, gotta love druidism, an enchant to smooth down the inside of the barel leaving it all but frictionless, a few extra touches and it could go through buildings, feh, Scarlet and her 'fed technology' man I hated the worlds current technology. Science doesn't stand up to magic, but enough science can overwhelm magic, with this gun, I would create a hybrid device. As I went through the alleyways, my head churning out ideas, my eyes glowed brighter, and brighter crimson, time to drink.

Scarlet signed and followed Drako quietly.His hunger was going to get out of control sooner or later.He wasn't just an ordinary vampire anymore.She was going to have to keep an eye on him so that he didn't get into trouble.

I let my hand hit my forehead. These bodies were coming in one after another. Some mass murder had happened, and we got to sift through the bodies. I hang my lab coat, and get a more favorabe one. I head out into the night, and find my way home. As I walk into the door, a figure catches my breath. I pull my rifle. The figures sees me, and jumps from my open window. I get to it, and look out. I then check all of my belongings. Nothing missing, nothing even moved. I then check my PC, nothing accessed. I look around, nothing even hurt. No forced entry. That was weird. I grab my overcoat, and pad it with armor. I head out into the night again. I was heading for my lab, and once done there, to the airship docking base for the feds. They had something I wanted. They were losing that item, and Charlie would help me.

I held my now redone rifle. It was simple really. Insert a recharge cell, one I had made for another kitsune not long back, and tune it to the same frequency as magic, put it into the slot as the cell that powered it normally, and presto! A blue energy bolt, rather than the normal yellow. The thing never lost charge, and wouldn't work without a magic user handling it. It also had an upgraded scope, a new interface, and even fingerprint and DNA lock. I wouldn't have to worry about someone using it against me. I was on my way to the docking base, Charlie also. As I enter the secure area, I start to crouch as I walk. I move like a black figure across the sand and concrete. I find hanger 30B Charlie looking at me from behind a small crate on the other side. I wave two fingers at the front guards. Two guards in front, three at the airship door, and two armed pilots. I could do this easy. Good test for my new rifle. I look through the scope into the hanger. I line my sight on the left guard. I turn on the laser, and then.... A hollow thud after the sound of electricity. The other guards look at the dead one. I repeat the procedure. Charlie uses his rifle to take out the two front guards, and I take out the last door guard. I move like a black ops fighter to the doors. Charlie looks at me as he meets me. I move my eyes to the inside of the ship. He does as I say. Soon, we are clearing the ship. We had about another hour until the next shift started, so we did it quickly. I come to the bridge, and then take out the pilots with ease. I also had made the rifle more easily used. That was nice. I grab the controls, and we start to lift.

As we get out of the hanger, the alarms are set. I look around. "Charlie, take the controls. I will provide support by jet! If they have any." Charlie does so, and I grab my rifle and head to the ships hanger. I find a wide array of jets, including stealth fighters to tomcats. Old to new. I grab the sleekness of an F-117 Nighthawk. I put on the HUD display goggles, and my com helmet. I check in with Charlie. We had gone over this scenario many times. It would be easy. I fly her out, and then take out several other jets and small aircraft. I was exceptional at piloting. Ease with the stick, and good eyes helped. After we fight our way out, I come back into the hanger, the netting catching my aircraft, and setting her down easily. I jump out and head to the bridge. This was going to be good. I look out over the nightsky as we head back to the city. Scarlet and Drako were going to flip.

"Well, when I have a crew to help me pilot the airship, and me behind the stick of an F-117, the government will have some hard times hunting me down." I look at her indignantly. "Besides, now we can do something about their flying guards. I hate those planes being controlled by them. They deserve no right to be in the skies! For if my name is Vincent Noringer, er, Wolfgang! They will know fear in my skies! Yes mine! I am a pirate, of the skies! Er," I think on it. "A, er, Sky Pirate!" I let satisfaction form on my face at the term. "Now, if you don't excuse me, I will be going to my new airship. She needs remodeling. And I need to out fit the F-117's for dogfighting, and some other small aircraft need to be outfitted." I turn to head back to my ship, then stop. "If you would like to, I have some spots open for first mates." I knew they would probably decline, but I needed crew mates, bad. Two people couldn't operate a whole airship!

"Having a vast knowledge of skills in this world is a good idea!Yes I can fly!Who ever said that I couldn't?"
Scarlet implyed to the both of them paying no attention to the squabilings form the two of them fighting over the new weapon until it actually went off.
It nearly missed her when she hollored at them.
"Will you cut it out!That is how thngs get broken and not to meanchon ruined."She looked up at the ceiling that was a now gapeing hole in it.