Cleaning house
The Accelerator V-40 sports car pulled up outside the club Fae in downtown Blade’s Hope. The club had a large force of police vehicles surrounding it.
From out of the sports car a Half-elf dressed in a button up denim shirt, pants, and walking shoes got out. The blonde-haired half-elf took off his sunglasses. He approached the police line as one of the officers came over.
“Mr. Windsaber, Lieutenant Dexx gave us our instructions. We’re ready to move on his word.” The officer explained.
The owner of the Club Fae smirked and stated, “Thanks, you guys and Kaylar stand back until it's over. I own this club I'll handle this my way.”
The policeman nodded before the owner stepped through the line. “These idiots never learn.” He muttered.
He walked up to the door as he pulled out his cell phone. He dialed a number. “Is everything ready Denissa?” The man named Windsaber asked.
“It is, the party starts on your cue, I’m waiting maestro.” The female voice answered.
“Perfect,” he said before he stepped up to the two front doors. He looked over them, muttered a detect spell, then snickered.
“Oh, so that’s the game huh, how cute!” he quipped before he opened the doors.
He strode into the large two-story club interior. It had floors for dancing and a two-level bar area for clubbers to buy drinks. It also had a deejay system with speakers plugged in everywhere. A large group of pale-skinned men awaited him.
All had green eyes and hair that ranged from maple brown, raven black, and even sunny blonde. They dressed in tank top shirts, trousers like the kind military wore and similar boots.
On their right shoulders were tattoos. They all showed a maple leaf with a clenched fist in the center. One of the elves, who had a goatee approached Windsaber.
“Well-well if it isn’t the chadrith we’ve been looking for.” Goatee elf spat.
Windsaber quipped, “So what if I am a half-breed?”
“You’ll shut your mouth and know your place beneath your betters son of a dog!” The elf spat.
“In the name of the Living Gods we claim this club as ours. You’ll sign the papers to turn this club over to the Rosewells or else!”
“And if I don’t what will you do?” Windsaber asked.
The other elves laughed as they began to crack their knuckles. The goateed elf cracked his knuckles and snapped, “Need you ask?”
Windsaber heard someone call, "Vershath!"
And he felt the spell go into play. The first elf snapped, “Now the trap spell is in place! You're not leaving until this club belongs to the Rosewells, filth!"
“Let’s see here, turn my club over to criminal dictators huh?”
He snapped his fingers as he added, “Why would I turn over all my hard work to lowly pieces of gangster…”
A record scratch from the activated deejay set censored his last word. “You dare blaspheme the Living Gods?” Goatee elf snapped.
“Why would I acknowledge the divinity of a bunch of gangster hacks when I worship the Nameless God? So, my answer is stick it Elf Supremacist pigs!” Jared responded with a derisive snort.
The elf pulled out a pistol from a holster on his belt, “Half-breed filth, you’re dead!”
Calling forth his air magic Jared shot forward and front kicked the gun from the elf’s hands. The Elf screamed in pain as the gun got kicked away. Jared Windsaber asked, “Am I trapped with you, or you with me?”
The half-elf slammed an overhead fist to the elf’s face and a flat hand strike to his chest. The blows knocked Goatee elf to the ground where he coughed.
Jared clapped his hands together and flung them outwards unleashing his air magic. The blast of air hurtled many Elf Supremacists into the walls. They crashed to the club floor.
Jared Windsaber leapt into the air his power carrying him to the second floor. He swung himself over the rails. Two more Elf Supremacists rushed him behind and before. He caught one with a hard roundhouse kick to the stomach.
Then he left elbowed the other in the ribs before he slammed his right elbow to the chin of the elf. That elf went down in a hurry. Jared then slammed two palm attacks to the first elf’s pointy ears.
The elf stumbled backwards before a front kick to the face knocked him out. The half-elf’s keen ears picked up the booted feet approaching. Jared blocked the arm that tried to snake around his throat.
He slammed an elbow to the elf’s sternum then wrapped his arms around his assailant’s shoulders. He threw his attacker over his right shoulder and to the ground. He then kicked him in the face knocking him out.
Jared leapt over the safety rails and glided down as Goatee elf got up. The elf tried to launch a knife hand attack which Jared blocked. Jared dropped down and swept out Goatee's legs.
Then he was up to axe kick the elf in the chest knocking the air out of his attacker. Jared then sighed and readjusted himself.
He dialed up Denissa. “Okay partner, tell Kaylar he can come in, party's over." He assured.