The man would be laid out on the ground and boy he beaten badly. Not only that but the bar was nearly messed up as well. Drinks were every waste such good bink sake wasted. The man who was in this place punching people in the face was none other then Zeal himself. He was looking for something and he was not going to stop until he had all three of them in his hand. They were coins that was more important then gold itself. Or so it seemed. This was all to well for him to say. At least this is what the man said to him. Ghost needed these coins in order to gain a leg up on other people. This was going to be a hard catch this time around. But what he did know was indeed in the right place at the right time. Ghost was not going to give in just yet. This place was to big a deal to let go of.
This city is what he longed for in the underworld. He was ready to move on up the leader to be honest. Zeal was already behind and that was not a good thing. He needed to catch up and catch up fast. As he heard there was another in the west on the same job as he was. But he never truly lost a job before if any at all. It was bout time he finished one of the jobs he started. Zeal would smile as his foot was placed on the man head. Word around town was that these three man had one of the coins. But after taking down the other two. The last one would put the coin in his mouth and proof it went bye bye. The stupid hick devoured the coin and this did not sit right with him like at all. Zeal.would use his right foot and leg to stand the loser up. As he was just getting started on whooping his butt. Soon he would remove his leg and foot and start to punch on the man. He would take a hit here and there mostly every where. As Zeal would laugh at him. But ole boy was he not in a laughing mood. Things were going to get very ugly for this clown of a man. Zeal was well into not giving a Fuck.
Time after time Zeal.would punch on the man. He was a large heavy set type of guy and damn was he ugly. He would try his best not to give in but at last Zeal power proved to be just to much for the dum dum. But at last he choose to play with our anti hero as if he was a ball or something. How Zeal was feeling at this very moment was something else. Zeal would look on at him as be looked back up at him. How crazy was this as he sat back up. Zeal would walk over to a chair and then sat down on it. Looking back at this man. Who clearly was dizzy and in major pain. Looking on at the fat guy he would start to clap at him. As Zeal was getting tire of this lonely game of cat and mouse.
He was getting to the point of about to rip this guy open. He would be thinking this as he smiled and picked up a half bottle of bink sake. He was going to drink up a storm as he looked on at the man. Not much else could be said at the moment. But this had Zeal thinking out loud. Just what was this coin worth to people? Maybe their life as this man seem to not won't to give it away from much of a start to the end of a finish. Drinking and drinking Zeal was truly mad at the way things were going down. He would smile at the man as he stood up taking out his slip of bink sake one last time. He would start to walk towards the man and balled up his fist to say the least and with a smile on his face.
Ghost would laugh at him as he started to be hil yet again. But this time he was hitting him in his belly. Zeal was not playing around and boy was he getting happier and happier this was like a drug to him. Zeal knew he was going to go crazy and rip this guy open if anything. But damn it all he was starting to feel it happening to him. He was starting to realize how dangerous he really was to be around. Years of training put this in he as he threw the man to the wall.
As he landed on the way he would crash into it. This was all to.good to see. As he fell down so did all the stuff that happen did as well. Zeal would see this as he was walking up to the man a mask would slide by him. It was all white with black lines going over it. With three holes in them Zeal. Would pick it up as he had a bright idea. Wearing this would cause people to question him even more or so. This was truly going to be something to talk about. It was all to bad on the big guy. However as he sat the mask down he would sit the big guy up. Grabbing a chair again. He would sat upon it once more. Taking out his lighter and cigar he would start to smoke it. Zeal would light it up as he looked on at the man.
Boy was this becoming a tiring game. As he saw what was happening he could tell the big guy was starting to break and boy was he getting happier and happier to see this. Blowing smoke he knew what was up and he could not lie it was starting to piss him off. Thinking back to that late night talk he had with a certain. He would remember what drew him to find these coins to began with. Hr was promised a fight like no other and this fight was going to take his life to win. How crazy was that. He might die trying to win and will die if he was to lose such a fight. This put the biggest smile on his face if anything. Zeal would look on as he saw what was going to be needed as he did not even care about what the other prize was.
He only wanted the coins and boy did he go through hell to get the information on it. The infrastructure of how to go about finding such a thing to get to such a place. But damn this looking for coins would be harder to find then looking for a missing noble. This was going to be one of them days to say the least and Boy he was not up for it. But at last as the stranger walked off. He could only think of the power it would take for him to beat who ever he is he must beat
Going back and fort from his memories Zeal would snap back to reality. He would see that the fat guy was now laid out covered in his own blood he threw up. This was something else as he looked down to see that the man finally gave up and called it one. Taking a closer look he would be happy as hell as he saw the coin in the blood. Taking the coin he slowly pick it up and wipe it off. As not to touch the blood. As he wiped off the coin. He would see something on it. Next to the coin was a piece of bloody paper. It said gambling hall table B seat three. What is it you will be betting you may ask? Well life or death is all i can say to that one. This would put a smile on Zeal face as he left out of the bar he pretty much leveled.
He would look on as he then left out making his way to the gambling ring it was underground yet it was the one to boost the most beli. Zeal would make his way there. All but sure on how this was going to turn out for him. He would smile as he saw this. Looking around he would see that his time was now as the table he was going to be at was empty. Zeal would smile as he made his way towards the table. Taking his sit he would show the coin. The play maker would look on and smile at him. Taking out a cup and put two dice in them. Oh my Zeal would think to himself. It was going to be a game of odd and evens high and low. How much of a fair will this take on.
Soon enough the game was on and Zeal would look up to see the play maker make his move. The game works as simple as it was said to be. As it was two wrongs and two right answers. You could guess high and if its a high number anything fifty one and up low number anything fourty nine and down. Or flat out fifty for a even number. Or you could say the exact number you think it is to win the whole pot. This was going to be ljt as the dice rolled under the cup.
Ding ding ding as Zeal guessed the right number as it landed on fifty even. That was a odd chance of that happening but at least he had the winning number as coin number two was now. He would received the note along with it as it said keep playing as not one but the final number coin is here. This was what he wanted to hear and needed to hear. Zeal would look on as he was ready for round two to go on the thought of this was going to be something. The thought of it all was going to make him go crazy. Zeal looked on as it was now a game of poker he was to play and damn was it his worse gane yet. He would look on but he was not bad at it not at all. He just did not like it to say the least. But at last he was down to play it.
Looking on it was show time as bout time Zeal looked around he was the only person there with the play maker. This was going to go south if he did not win the next few hands. As he had not a clue it was he was betting. But at least he knew what he was getting himself into. He was sure to get himself into trouble because it was always trouble for him. He would smile as the cards were being dealt. He would notice that the play maker. Was using the wind style to deal the deck. He planned on giving Zeal a low hand. How tricky was it for him to do such a thing and this made Zeal very happy. Because if you can not beat him you must cheat him and that was the cold hard truth. He would smile as the olay maker started to pass out the cards how fun this was going to be. He would say to himself. As the cards came to him one by one he would pick them up. It was show time and he was the main star of it all. Zeal would look on as he said to himself he could have the winning hand. This would put a very big smile on his face as he said that. Laying the cards flat down on the table it was show time to do what he do best and that was to win.
