A shadow swept across the dim light, as dark figure could be distinguished. This figure was none other then the walking legend known as Kado. He stood sternly with a long samurai sword in one hand and in the other had been a all silver desert eagle, in which he kept his grip on both weapons firm. To some he had been a knight to others a warrior, but to all he was a Champion and that was the one thing no one could obtain from him. His real name was at the moment obsolete, not even he knew what it was. To many of his close acquaintances, he is Kado. However, to the myths and the stories he is known as “SS” an abbreviation for Sadistic Saint. Yet the stories never seemed to get his description right, probably because few had fought him and lived to see another day.Kado planted his boots in the scorching sand, as he analyzed the upcoming sandstorm across the desert. He could hear faint footsteps behind him, far in the distance there were two cowboys riding their horses across the desert. With his enhanced abilities he could make out some words from their conversation.
“The…Search….Twilight Stone…Returned.” The Sadistic Saint thrust his blade into the deep sands, trying to decipher what he just heard. Twenty-Two years ago, he had been on a voyage for a powerful artifact of ancient times. A relic in which a normal man can be given the powers of god. However, he had given up on the search of the stone. It crossed his mind many times that there might had been a chance that such a story was just a tale. Had the search now continued? If so society was in grave danger. He never wanted the power of the stone for himself, he just wanted to keep out of the wrong hands. Now he would have to once again fulfill that objective. He could hear the horsemen now coming closer to him, so close that he could fell the steed breathing down his neck. Ruin holstered his gun slowly, making sure not to panic the riders. “Are you supposed to be out in these parts boy?” Still since his blade was planted directly in front of him, they were not aware that he had been armed. Kado slowly rapped both of his hands around the hilt of the sword as he gently pulled it from the roots of the ground.
He could then feel a gun being pressed against his neck, from the feel of it was a 44 magnum in that case if it was fired he would be well out of luck. “Boy don’t you hear me!” At that precise moment he bent his knees down closer to the ground and pushed up as he propelled himself into the air, while coming down he did 90 degree turn strike several times rapidly with the blade. As he landed he extended his foot across the sand as he did a sweep kick knocking the horse off their feet. The blood slowly dripped from his bladed and was soon evaporated as it contacted the sand. Ruin let out an ear-piercing whistle as a black stallion began marching towards. It didn’t even slow down, instead it sped up. As hit came closer he jumped up as it seemed to go right between his legs as he landed on the mount. As he incased his sword in the scabbard, he began to ride his way into the big city. The long ride, gave him time to have a train of thought. Was his talent of ambition paying off, or was it just something else that would rustle its way through him. Had he shown himself too much as a man of quality? Being just as vile as he was courteous. Or was this a new start, was it time to once again make a name for himself. To once again reek havoc upon good and evil.
He could hear the ringing sound of the train track therefore he knew he was closing on the city. Yet, he needed to keep a low-profile in such a high populated society. For if his identity had been discovered, then he would have to the last resort. Kill. You know what they say live by the die by the sword. Many mutants, magicians, gods, all used magic. However it was different for him, they used magic…he was part of it. His species were not yet classified, but obviously he was different. Much different then other, he was discovering a new power of his nearly every passing day. Ruin hopped off of the stallion as he close din a on one of the city buildings. He body slowly began to change to variety of vibrant colors. Then instantly he went invisible, but his foot step could still be seen on the ground. What happened next only furthered his reason for learning how to control his powers, as he crossed the street hoping to dodge cars his invisibility came to halt, and he was clearly visible. The horn from the car went off in an instant as the car smashed against Kado’s body. Wait! He was still one piece, he hadn’t even been moved. He began to stroll into a nearby alley, to avoid publicity. As he did he tried to wrap his mind around what just happened. The he figured it all out...Phasing. He could be getting shot at and the bullets would drift right though him. He decided it was time to lay-low until the heat was cleared. He knew the city would be head over heels for a story like this. He came to what seemed to be a church building, as he leaned on it gently and his body phased its way through. He straightened himself up as he took a seat in the empty church. For now he just needed to rest. He slowly let his mind drift away into sleep.