Name: Jon the Twilight Boxer by Drew Scheidl
Jon has had a hard but lucky life in the settlement, born to loving parents he spent his first lantern year watching the veterans of the settlement leave and return with the bounty of the hunt, it was then that he decided that he would become a hunter.
It was with the echo of a terrifying scream that he left the settlement for the first time, to hunt one of the great lions that the settlement founders had killed before finding the lantern hoard, in his haste to prove himself he throw his only weapon at the lion, his stone lodged in the lions side causing it a wound. It was a long battle and Jon had no weapon to defend himself and fellow survivors, so he tore at the lion with fist and tooth. He dealt the lion the penultimate wound punching his stone further into the lion, distracting it as long enough for one of the veterans to deal a killing blow. He returned to the settlement with a keener eye and a little more knowledge of the world outside the settlement.
As the years faded by, he become more and more proficient fighting with only his bare hands, weapons he was given by the settlement left forgotten at his waist, as the satisfaction of the sound of meat on meat thudded in his ear. His skill with his hands only became more deadly as he created a style of fighting that his fellow hunters named the monster claw style for if brutality and viciousness that reminded them of the very monsters they fought.
Jon kept his gear simple only taking the barest equipment to keep himself light and nimble for the close fighting that he preferred, his luck held true through hunt after hunt even surviving the cursed butcher where others fell. It was after an especially successful hunt of a screaming antelope, or one of the mad goats as his fellow hunters had begun calling them, that his luck may have slid for the first time.
Upon sighting the settlement, he came upon a strange patch of darkness that ate the light from his lantern. He called to his companions that he would investigate it, they watched on in horror as he stepped into it and disappeared completely even thought it was barely the size of a man. After a short amount of time, that seemed an eternity to the on lookers, the darkness dissipated letting light enter his eyes once again. His fellow survivors stood staring at him with open mouths, one of the girls flung a piece of cloth at him telling him to cover himself. At was at this moment looking down at the cloth in this hands he realised something very strange had happened in that spot, he no longer had the smooth muscled chest of a fist fighter, but the bountiful bosom of one of the settlements mothers and a strange belt around his…. her waist that could not be undone no matter what was tried.
Jon pondered this change to himself… herself for some time, before deciding that it meant nothing and going to test if it had effected his…her fighting abilities. Jon challenged the strongest of the settlement to fist fight her and beat them all senseless, confirming that nothing important had been lost for her only goal ever had been to provide for the settlement, forsaking intimacy for training, always striving to become a better fighter. It was after this realisation at a hooded figure came wondering into the settlement and thrust a tattered parcel into Jon’s hands and leaving as suddenly as he had come. It was this moment Jon became the owner of a strange sword that she could never let leave the touch of her body.
The sword had a strange sentience that whispered of challenges to come, Jon paid little heed to this and continued fighting as she always had becoming ever greater and finally feeling a mastery of the fists that she was comfortable passing on to others in the settlement. It was the same year that the hooded figure came again calling himself a twilight knight and challenging Jon to see what she had learned, when Jon stood ready to fight fists up, the knight only laughed stating that no matter how good a fist fighter Jon was she had better draw her sword or die on the spot. It has a short bout but Jon narrowly survived, mainly due to his mastery of nimble footwork, gaining some form of respect from the knight, who left calling over his shoulder that he would return in four years and warned that Jon’s proficiency with the blade had better have improved. It was after this that Jon found a new aim in life, to best this knight with the sword.
Having decided to take a step away from the way of the fist Jon started collecting pieces of leather armour only gaining two before the settlement let out a cry, The Hand Had Returned…….