Disclaimer: Its a bit long :P Hope you enjoy it, and PM me the code if my submission is good. Thanks I had been stalking my target for days... The humid mist of the jungle of Venus shrouded my vision, not dissimilar to my camouflaged cloak shrouding my body from the vision of unwanted enemies. Across the valley, I spotted him, 6 foot tall and bulky, he was an imposing figure. Out came his gang of mercenaries from the dilapidated hut, looking on excitedly, to see what their leader had done. His spoils were excellent, two pristine revolvers, and a crossbow. However, this crossbow I had only heard of in legends, its markings strange, and bolts unique. Supposedly the owner was a woman who goes by the name of Sylvia, but this was only a legend, or so i thought. And then, the mercenary leader, pulled of his Shrike, a woman who bared the the resemblance of the same Sylvia. She was a short woman, and the legends knew her to be the best hunter around, and who could withstand a sniper fight for days. She was a determined woman, and she showed this by struggling in her robes that bound her, spitting the gag out biting the mercenary's face. With a cry of rage, Foruk the Despised slugged her in the stomach with his huge fist, which knocked her out immediately. I was disgusted. I had heard of Foruk's tyranny but never witnessed it first hand. I pulled out my customised Monitor S11, with an adjustable six to thirty six times zoom, and infrared scope from my back, then steadied the barrel down onto the weapons tripod. Foruk was laughing at the mercenaries suggestions of "taking advantage". I knew that this man was hated all around the frontier, and back home on Earth in The City. The price on his head was extensive, and the haul from his property good. But I now wasn't doing this for the money, bragging rights or loot. It was personal. As i settled my heartbeat to take the shot, a rare insect known as a butterfly settled on the barrel of my gun, i looked around the scope and saw the beauty of the thing. The exquisite markings on the wings blew me away. I knew I was also very lucky as they had all but been destroyed during the dark ages. This lapse of concentration cost me dear, as I turned around and saw Foruk's mercenary friend with his tranquilliser gun pointed at my head. "Night" He whispered... I drifted in and out of consciousness for what seemed like a century, but when i finally woke up I saw I was in a clean white bricked prison cell, with steely bars covering the door. "So, you're awake!" Foruk chuckled. I immediately felt naked, without my gun I was almost rendered useless, but they did not check the inside of my thigh, where I hid a hunter's knife. As Foruk walked into my cell, the community's perception of him was underestimated. Truly the size and stature of the man was unbelievable. As he walked forward he said with a venomous tone "I'm going to enjoy this, but not as much as killing that 'Legend' Sylvia". Foruk crunched his knuckles and swung a right hook, but I was too fast. My hunters knife was already in my hand, and heading for his jaw swinging upwards as I ducked beneath the punch. The knife plunged into the bottom of his jaw, and blood spewed from it like a leak in a dam. I knew I had defeated him, and a sense of pride overwhelmed me. Foruk's legacy had ended, and mine had just began. To this day I remember the memory in vivid detail. And the crossbow sits on my mantlepiece above the fire, and when my son becomes a man, and he follows in my footsteps, it will be passed onto him. The legacy will continue once more.