A REAL HERO IS,

The current situation was causing Fritz extreme amounts of concerns, but it was barely displayed on his face. Irritation was evident, but the worry intermingled with the expression upon his face. There was a soft appearance in the reaper's blue eyes, the amount of concern obvious there. Otherwise, his countenance maintained an annoyed look to it because of Vashti's stubbornness. The pressure of two jobs caused by the horrendous scenes witnessed, emotional tolls from informing the victims families, the sorrow from losing familiar faces then there was naturally the exhaustion of the works' nature. It caused the hunter to be in dismay over the brunette's decision to suddenly join the TRS. An eye roll was Fritz's response to Vashti correction about loving danger; rescuing her from harm numerous times caused him to doubt that entirely.

"It never feels like you are trying to avoid it," the reaper responded with a sigh. "I have had to save you from so many times that I have lost count."

It seemed evident that Vashti had no intentions of releasing him, but no efforts were taken to forcing the brunette to let him go. These hugging moments were no longer a bother to Fritz and he found himself outright rebuking against them less as days went on since a mild comfort arrived from them. At least if Vashti had her arms wrapped around him, he could be assured she was safe. When his friend stated that he would still retain the duty of teaching her about terrors, a gentle sigh escaped his lips; the bargain towards attempting to make her desire the second job less was clearly not going to be accomplished. At the mentioning of the hero promotion Fritz offered a shrug as a portion of his answer.

"I thought I was already your hero. Still can't remember how many times I have saved you," he responded quietly.

Mentioning the amount of times the warrior was required to rescue Vashti always reminded him of the numerous occasions his friend managed to launch herself into some form of trouble. Although, even heroes could not obtain perfection and Fritz was aware of the concept giving the days far in the past; those old days of glory. Momentarily, a sorrowful gleam trailed across the hero's eyes before fleeing swiftly in hopes of going unnoticed. A sigh slipped through his lips as Fritz's blue eyes glanced at Vashti.

"You are crazy for taking two high-stress jobs, you know that? It will be exhausting," Fritz stated.

The statement was a final attempt to push the brunette away from this concept of taking a second job. Silently, the hero prayed for the success of his scheme, but he remained skeptical considering Vashti's stubbornness; she was practically famous for her strong-willed attitude to him.

A REAL HERO IS,

Generally, verbal disputes were viewed as a negative in life, but this happened often between Fritz and Vashti; or at least that was the reaper's opinion. Considering they both bore reckless behavior, a desire to protect the other and a strong-willed attitude it was fairly easy for these fights to last for long periods of time. When Vashti stated that she was aware of the strange behavior the "shifter" acted, Fritz found himself calming to a degree; at least she noticed. Alas, it did not redeem her lacking in information about terrors, which the expert hunter would frown upon despite the sensibility since the officer had never received training. Disguisers were one of the only known terrors to be capable of manipulating darkness after all. There was a need to inform her of the point, perhaps it would assist in keeping safe.

"Disguisers are the only ones capable to control darkness, therefore it should have been a simple deduction of species," the reaper grumbled back.

People would definitely argue that Fritz was being rather unfair considering Vashti had never gone through the various classes about terrors. Although, the reaper was merely informing her to insure that the brunette would be safe in the future; somebody had to make certain of that after all. Today, unfortunately, Vashti did not seem keen on assisting the blue-haired man of his intent considering her sudden decision to join the TRS solely because of him stating she was a 'citizen'. The reaper had thought the word was harmless, but his friend had thoroughly demonstrated that he was sorely mistaken. With narrowed, blue eyes, Fritz watched as the law enforcement officer bandaged the small cut she had obtained in the altercation with the disguiser. Despite his arguing, Vashti refused to give into his words, although, he would never expect her to.

The sarcastic comment about soulmates caused Fritz to stiffen due to the fact she was using the comment as reasoning to continue the path for a second job. The reaper was infuriated with the concept of the brunette taking two high stress jobs. Shortly, it was becoming blatantly obvious that Vashti had no intentions of listening to his complaints, but the man would still attempt to steer her off this reckless path.

"Vashti, I am serious! Two jobs of this high of stress will not do anything good for you! Now for the love of the gods, stop feeling the need to prove a point and stick with one!" Fritz responded in a rather irritated manner.

There were always these high-tension moments when the reaper was clueless what to say to Vashti in order to steer her off a negative path. His friend had always been extremely stubborn and always reluctant to give in even during moments were the opposing proved to be correct. At times, it could be admirable the manner of which she stuck to her guns, although, there were always those moments where it proved rather infuriating.

"No, you are not doing both! It's a horrible idea, Vashti, I am serious," the reaper responded back hastily.

A foreboding feeling entered Fritz's gut, it was becoming increasingly obvious that Vashti had decided to ignore him. Determination mixed with stubbornness was written in the entire conversation, which meant that arguing with the brunette was becoming futile, which concerned the reaper for his friend's health.

A REAL HERO IS,

When it came to Vashti, there seemed to be no proper method to deal with her stubborn behavior. Even proving her wrong did not assist in ceasing the strong-willed attitude the woman held, which had always surprised Fritz. Although, it never helped when he was attempting to convince her what was best to do and scolding her for those reckless pursuits she participated in from time to time. The reaper's eyes narrowed when she waved her hand dismissively at him and insisted there was no time for self-sacrifice. An annoyed sigh escaped his mouth as he crossed his arms, a grumpier expression touching his face. There had been a possibility of a sacrifice in the situation, especially considering how close the disguiser had gotten to killing Vashti in those moments she distracted the creature.

"Yeah, because you were lucky that I was fast enough to react. A fraction later and you could have been severely hurt or worse," Fritz scolded. "You need to be less reckless, you know? Making decisions like that is what could get you kill."

Once again, the statement held some hypocrisy to it considering Fritz had a consistent streak of being reckless. A majority of the injuries the warrior received were from those moments spent protecting an innocent and sacrificing his own well-being for their sake. Despite the high consequences that would arrive with his second death, nothing seemed to stop the blue-haired man from placing himself between a bystander and an attack. When Vashti mentioned the terror again, Fritz merely offered her a nod of confirmation in response to the question. Shortly afterwards, the brunette began to question the look on his face which merely caused Fritz to look away.

"Yeah, but I thought the whole 'turning to dust' thing would make it obvious. Plus it's not like I am in uniform every time I save you," Fritz responded. "Think about it, I arrived here way earlier than when you usually need saving. That was because I had work to do."

Once Fritz felt that everything was said, he turned to complete the rest of his tasks, or at least he did until he heard Vashti snapping at him. Upon hearing it, the reaper glanced back at the police officer with a neutral expression. In situations that involved terrors and hunters, he admittedly considered her a citizen; in his mind there was no problem with that. Although, it seemed the brunette disliked the idea of being referred to as a citizen. An impassive expression was kept on the reaper's face while he listened to her snapping, at least until she reached the end. His eyes widened and in a few moments he found himself completely turned around the to face, taking a few steps closer.

"What?! But you are happy being a police officer, aren't you? Why do you need to change to being a hunter? Besides, hunting is more dangerous considering a criminal may hesitate, but a terror will rip you apart the first chance it gets," Fritz responded.

The displeasure about this development was obvious in Fritz's voice; he would prefer if Vashti remained a law enforcement officer. At least humans could, at times, have some hesitation. Terrors on the other hand were monsters who only desired to kill those who opposed them and play puppet to Zeredah. It made the creatures ruthless and by all definitions dangerous, which meant Fritz preferred keeping Vashti far away from them.

A REAL HERO IS,

There were numerous calculating thoughts that Fritz took as he looked towards the disguiser, its darkness shield something his blade could not break. Being a mere necromancer did not bode while considering the corpses he could control were all inside the house and would take time to arrange themselves and exit the building. To make matters worse, the elite hunter stood alone without any other TRS agents and his only ally consisting of an injured and tired police officer. This was definitely not a good situation to enter, especially since the disguiser already knew of the reaper's presence; that was always an issue when dealing with these creatures. Matters only worsened when he glanced to make certain that Vashti was alright to discover that she was already on her feet and running towards the terror, sword in hand.

"VASHTI?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Fritz shouted, concern entering his voice.

Before the hero could do anything to cease the brunette's actions, she had rushed the disguiser to attack it from the side. The disguiser's shield lowered, a toothy and predator-like grin pulling the corner's of its lips up. Clearly, the dastardly creatures had plans to attempt and kill the police officer who had rushed it. Which meant that Fritz had to save her, especially considering Vashti was his closest friend in this world and despite her crazy insistence of them being soulmates, he still cared about her. In a matter of moments, Fritz was rushing forward, gripping his sword's handle so tight his knuckles turned paler. His blue eyes watched as Vashti dodged another darkness pulse, which he felt slightly relieved that she did, but there was still danger lurking.

With eyes focused on the monster now, watching as the darkness manipulation began to touch its hand as the creature prepared to end this game, but it would not get that far. Before the disguiser could finish forming its strike, the blade of Fritz's sword carved across the creature's back. It left a long mark of murky darkness which revealed the creatures true form for a moment, but the warrior was not finished with disposing the creature yet. The terror was still recovering from the initial strike when the elite hunter gained ground and plunged the sword point into the creatures lower back. He took a moment for dialogue, almost like the heroes in action movies.

"For you, it is indeed game over," he whispered to the disguiser.

Using his strength, the sword ripped through the creature, up the back and through the head to assure its destruction. Once the sword was freed from the disguiser body, the terror's form crumbled and turned into a black ash that littered the ground. The reaper breathed deeper, his heart rate was heightened while he looked at Vashti. After a few moments of deep breathing, Fritz recovered and was capable to speak, the countenance of his face making it obvious that he was not pleased with the police officer's actions.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!" He began rather loudly until realizing that it was night. "You could have been killed. That was both foolish and reckless. What if I had not gotten here in time and the creature attacked you? You would have died. Honestly, Vashti, be more careful."

Now, considering Vashti was a 300 year old woman, most people would not have expected Fritz to scold her. In the reaper's defense, he was thousands of years older. Quickly, Fritz forcefully flicked his sword to the side, discarding some of the ash substance that remained; he would clean the remainder when he got home. Afterwards, his left hand grabbed the scabbard while the right carefully slide the sword's blade into it. While he looked at Vashti, Fritz crossed his arms and waited for her reply to his various questions; might as well provide a chance for her to defend her actions.

A REAL HERO IS,

Instructions and information had been given, the beginnings of a mission shortly following after the file had been handed to the scarred hands of the reaper. Statements of suspicion had been placed upon a house by a scout who suspected the occupant had been killed and shortly a disguiser took their position. It was a mission befitting of an undead since they were capable of viewing souls. Reasonably, the crucial completion of the hunting task had been handed to Fritz who impassively agreed. Disguisers were sadistic fear eaters, the type that were incredibly dangerous to Lorsette. They could hide, pretending to be the person or creature; a work of theatrics. However, their downfall were the eyes of an undead or the capable sense of smell of other species. Being a reaper meant the blue haired man fit the bill perfectly for scoping the potential terror and eradicating the creature.

Cloaked in the dark colours of his TRS uniform, Fritz had capably slipped through the window by controlling a dead rat into opening it. The warmth of the inside of the house embraced the reaper, the cold of outside being forgotten. Examinations of the room were taken, noting the various incisions made in a cruel manner, tortuous. Out of response, the elite hunter gripped his sword; being tortured prior to his death always sparked a feeling of fear. The slight horror spout was ignored, the hunter easing as he slowly moved through the dark home, like a shadow hidden in amidst of darkness. Footsteps were light, not an utterance of sound coming from his footfalls. The reaper's blue eyes looked across the walls, some bearing family portraits which had received hefty damage. As the home was ventured further, dead insects and rodents slowly grew more common and were hidden beneath the furniture. A concern that suggested the possibility of a disguiser.

As the blue haired man continued sneaking through the various rooms, he began to hear yelling. There was a conversation taking place that was not going into somebody's favor. It drew the reaper closer towards the commons room where the words had echoed out of. A slight flinch came across his face as an odd sensation, almost like a phantom hit with no pain, came across his side. It was ignored, merely one of those random occurrences that had started since he met Vashti. The sounds of scuffling started coming from the room along with more of these peculiar sensations. Once again, Fritz paid no mind to them as he pressed himself against the wall and peered into the room. Similar to a majority of the home, the room was dark and possessed an individual Fritz could narrowly see. A long blink was taken as the reaper activated his soul viewing ability which resulted in the noticing of the snuffed out light.

A snuffed out light meant that the suspicions were truthful. Moments were taken to survey the room, Fritz's blue eyes following where the disguiser went. That was when he saw her, the long brown hair alongside the recognizable features that the dead man had memorized. Vashti had gotten herself into another predicament. A swear was uttered on his breath as the reaper pushed away from the wall and drew the plain sword from its scabbard. With that, the reaper rounded the corner while the disguiser's back was turned. Despite his dislike of the rather loud and bold plan, Fritz began to charge towards the creature at full speed quiet footsteps now forgotten. For a moment, the creature attention was focused on the prey it currently held, only turning to notice the hunter's quiet advanced. The trained warrior's eyes watched as the disguiser's face wrinkled in disgust and a pulse of darkness was sent out. Instinctively, Fritz slid beneath and returned to a stand quickly to place himself between Vashti and the creature.

"Vashti, listen to me right now! Get up and leave, and I swear if you disobey me I will ignore all your texts and attempts to make conversation," Fritz shouted.

Naturally, ignoring Vashti would mean that she would just attempt to get into more trouble. Quite frankly, it was an endless loop of having to save her from whatever precarious situation she managed to place herself in. The reaper swore the brunette was a magnet for trouble considering the numerous occasions he had to play hero. A tight, two-handed grip was made on the hero's sword as he awaited the terror's next move. An opening was required to get close and deliver a fatal blow while not allowing the disguiser to slip away into the night.