User blog comment:GrandMethuselah67/Crossover Sheet: Jiezou City/@comment-23854671-20150915020003/@comment-26322734-20150915022006

Brutal. Sadistic. Halfaerd was beginning to like this guy. He sure knew how to make a first impression. He looked nearly disdainfully at the fallen gang members. He supposed they were good foot soldiers in the various gang wars that the Darkwraith Guild started to gain control of the streets. Proxy wars, street politics...Halfaerd just wanted to get in bed with a dryad, pronto.

"I can't really give you my name. My identity is a secret I have to keep close. Call me the Black Baron, though. Now, I'm sure you're a reasonable man, but I'm afraid there's going to be some hell to pay for beating down my underlings here."

Halfaerd unsheathed both of his swords. He automatically analyzed his surroundings to find out how to use them to his advantage. Ninjutsu. Guerilla tactics. Turn the battlefield into a weapon all on its own.

"Any last words?"