"Who sent you?"Spider ignored Maxus' questions, straightening her hands and revealing two knives, each at least two feet long, glowing green. "Come on, find out yourself!" Spider screamed, sprinting towards him and slashing her weapons out, forcing Maxus to take a defensive maneuver, using The Black Moon Sword to knock away the first two slashes when Spider performed a quick cartwheel, positioning herself onto the ground before launching a mid spin kick right into Maxus' mask, blasting him backwards."You're a pricey one you know? A million dollars?! You're rare!" Spider spat, throwing one of her blades at Maxus who smacked it out of the air swiftly with his sword only for Spider to jump towards him like a wild animal, catching her weapon before bringing it down onto Maxus who held her blade with his sword."I'm not fond of asking twice." Maxus warns."Your reputation is true, you really don't stand down from a fight. If I can kill you, I can charge more for my services." Spider glee
"You knew I would show." Maxus answered the assassin."It wasn't hard using local police chatter to locate traces of the most famous killer in Southeast Asia. I have waited for this...don't let me down!" Starpiercer roared, taking his first step towards Maxus and spinning his double sided glaive around himself like a hurricane before bursting forward and slashing at Maxus who blocked the first strike with the Black Moon Sword, spinning around quickly and going in for a counter stab that Starpiercer deflecting with crazy precision.The assassin jumped forward, stabbing forward at Maxus who easily deflected the enemy's blade once more before firing his chains out, aiming for Starpiercer's shoulder only for the assassin to swing his glaive, using his weapon's hilt to trap the chained blades and with a twist, pulled Maxus towards him. Maxus yanked his own chain back, landing behind Starpiercer who unleashed a fury of slashes frward.Maxus raised his weapon, putting his reaction speed to t
Bait 12pm. Maxus knew his plan worked. Taking off the tracker from his jacket, hiding it within a location that most people wouldn't suspect, a location fit for him to fight without nearby causalities and fairly far away from most civilization: An airplane hangar within Seletar Airbase. The teenager boarded the bus, on his way to his afternoon lecture after missing morning's class with earbuds on, listening to the chatter on police radio and confirming his plan's success. "Warehouse is clear. No signs of the Soultaker, only his tracker. He knew we had bugged him, he purposely diverted us here." An officer reported. "We'll seal this place up regardless in case he's stupid enough to reutrn. In the meantime, search for any evidence." Maxus eventually reached his lecture halfway through the class, looking for Leah and his classmates who all turned to him, silencing the entire lecture theatre as he awkwardly spotted Leah and Reynesh among the crowd, keeping his head low and walkin
The Second Defender "The Soultaker? Is he a threat?" 3 Months Ago. Officer Wong stood in front of his superiors, five high ranking officers looking at him with stern eyes, awaiting his response to their question. He was split, his professional side wanted to speak up as it was, vigilantes are dangerous and unable to be controlled yet, The Soultaker has proven himself to be someone willing to do good for Singapore."Not to us." Officer Wong decided. "Not to us? He is a murderer unbound by our laws, how is he not a threat?" A member of the council asks. "I believed that was all he was at first as well. In fact I had ordered my men to shoot on sight when news of his existence first met my ears. However, after personally seeing him in person, his actions and words have told me that he is not an enemy of Singapore. To be frankly speaking, he is more of a lost guy using the wrong methods to do good. An anti-hero." Officer Wong presents. "Good? What kind of good can a murderer possibl
One day when you need it the most...don't let your stamina fail you. That was the day Maxus decided to throw his life into being a killing machine. Cutting off contact with almost everyone he had known, the 15 year old did his research on every possible work out routine to build his strength and stamina, training day and night for hours and hours to reach his absolute physical peak, to become as strong as he could so that when could prepare for any physical danger that was thrown at him or rather...Throwing himself into danger. Almost daily, a ten kilometer run to start off his mornings. Five sets of ten burpees in the afternoon, half an hour of skipping with a five kg weighted vest followed up two to three hours of practicing and honing his techniques, constantly training himself to fight multiple opponents at once in order to never lose any fight he could encounter while remembering all of the things that Tony had taught him, doing cardio like this every alternate day to boost h
From the day she met him. Leah knew he was not like the others. A quiet and reserved person who gradually cracked more and more as she started to know him. A cold and emotionless guy on the outside who was carrying a load of guilt and pain no one his age should have to carry and yet despite everything he was going through...he still cared. At first, she just saw him as that. Someone who needed help and she did. However, time and time again Maxus always seemed to show up for her. When the loan sharks attacked his parents' stall, he was there to fend them off. When she herself started to crack under the financial pressure of her family, he was there to hold her together, to comfort her and make her feel like the world was still hopeful, that everyday after can be a better one. He opened up to her, told Leah about his painful past which was something she would have never expected him to do. The two of them had pain in them, but she knew that when they were together, much of that goes
25 Years Ago. 1989. The Revenant. That was the name given to him by the people of his village. Some people think he's nothing more than an urban legend, some people say he's history, part of his land and culture like a folk lore while others think that he is nothing more than an ordinary story that has been told out of proportions. Whatever the case, all these stories had many similarities and with each iteration, one thing remained consistent.The Revenant was the boy who died and came back. Everything was broken. Everyday that he opened his eyes, Yahamad Ismail thanked his gods for allowing him to live another day, repeating a process he had to accomplish daily in order to survive or more importantly...his loved ones had to survive. Medan, North Sumatra, Indonesia. Yahamad could only remember the painful and horrible conditions of the village he was brought up in. Most people wouldn't even call it a village, but a slum. People were struggling to get their hands on basic necess
Singapore was no longer the beautiful metropolis it was once known for.The streets weren't how Maxus remembered them to be. Charred stains, trash and debris filled the relatively empty streets with home made weapons like sticks and kitchen knives lying randomly on the floor. Once bustling streets of the average Singaporean neighborhood now looking like an abandoned wasteland with only the occasional civilian spotted roaming the now dangerous streets. Graffiti, which was once almost extinct within the country now more prominent than ever:ELITISTS ARE RUINING THE COUNTRY.PRIDE IS OUR DOWNFALL.Vandalism echoing sentiments of a country's shattered ego were everywhere as Maxus looked out the window of the bus he was on freshly discharged from the hospital with Leah by his side, holding his hand tightly. "Hey, don't look anymore. Just close your eyes and rest, I'll wake you when we reach." Leah tells him, seeing his mood change upon seeing the outside world."It's my fault..." Maxus mu