Perfect storm

Joseph

Sighing Joseph got up from his seat. He began pacing around the small room of his office while rubbing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. "God, I'm getting so tired of this s**t," he whispered as he started taking his weapons. Most of them needed to be sharpened and polished. He always hated that chore but he needed them in the best shape for his job. 

He was the best witchhunter in the city. He had learned form his family. Joseph took over the business when his father retired a few years ago. Joseph loved it but there was something that always felt boring about the hunt. Lost in thought he grabbed his favorite sword off of the wall from where it was mounted. It was a beautiful custom made, steel 24 inch, 3 lbs sword him and his father created when Joseph was first being taught combat skills. 

It had an engraved handle with skulls and wisps. He grabbed it by the polished wood and started to swing it around. Remembering how awkward he felt when he first started using it all those years ago. Joseph still remembered how his father insisted on having Joseph use an arm brace but Joseph being the stubborn child he was didn't wear it. He came to regret that decision the following day when his whole right arm and wrist were aching from the sheer weight of the blade. 

There was always something that Joseph loved about swords. After practicing with it for about 10 minutes before his wrist started to ache he decided it needed to be polished and sharpened. He leaned it against the door frame as he grabbed the things to take care of it. He usually didn't enjoy doing these types of chores but something about this sword made him always enjoy the maintenance required in keeping it in the best possible state. Besides, it was any day now when another furious person would come in and demand that they needed Joseph to kill a witch for them. 

He began getting lost in a sea of his own thoughts when suddenly he heard the door slam for the entrance of the business. "Great just what i f*****g needed today," Joseph groaned when he heard the stomping into the building. He walked out of his office into the main room and stared at Frank. His dad's old friend from when they were about his age. 

"What do you want Frank?" Joseph said back. His piercing gray eyes staring the old man down. "There's a witch I want you to hunt down for me and I'll pay however much is needed for you to bring me her head. " Franks replied. He knew Joseph was the best witch hunter out there. Ever since he was a child he was a skilled fighter. He needed to be in order to be what his father called successful. As if killing witches was something that he wanted to be proud of but a guy's gotta make a living somehow. 

"Describe her to me," Joseph said getting out a sketchbook. If he had to find this person he needed a reference to hunting her down. First, obviously, he needed Frank to calm the f**k out. " But before you do that I'm going to need you to calm down or I won't take this job and you'll have to go to some half-ass who probably will just scam you out of your money," Joseph said coldly. He sent Frank to have a seat and left for a few minutes. After coming back and asking if he was calm, Frank nodded and answered his previous question. 

 Franks slowly began describing her to him. " She had long light brown hair put back in a braid. Olive-colored skin and big hazel eyes." Joseph finished the sketch and showed it to Frank. "This her?" he asked. "Yeah, that's the bitch."Frank replied gritting his teeth. "I'll pay you however much is needed once you bring me her head." He added. "As much as I would love to do that Frank, I'm afraid I won't be carrying around a literal corpse's head just because you had a bad encounter with her" Joseph sneered back at his request. "However, I'm also gonna need to know what symbol you saw on her palm," Joseph said quickly just as the middle-aged man turned around and started to walk to the door.  "I don't know I saw a water symbol I guess," Frank replied looking back for a second and leaving without a second thought.

"Great just great. Now I'm gonna have to find him when I'm done and get the money from him then" Joseph sighed as he began getting his supplies ready to go out and find her. As he was getting ready his mind started racing. He had never seen much less hunted an elemental witch before in all the years he had been hunting both by himself and with his father.

 He knew it would be a challenge but he always loved a challenge. He grabbed a backpack and put a sword, bow and some arrows, and some rope inside. He put some supplies in another part of the backpack. Just some essentials such as food, clothes, and a first aid kit everything he would need to survive in the woods close by. He knew that was the prime spot that most witches hid because they could practice magic in peace and live without worrying about regular people attacking them. Something his father had taught him at his first hunt. 

Although there was a lot of great advice and memories Joseph had with his father he resented him for making him take over the business and surround himself with murder. "This is gonna be a long few days," he whispered as he grabbed the backpack and swung it on his shoulder. Joseph then calmly walked out of the building and locked the door behind him. As he walked he noticed multiple people recognizing and steering clear from him. 

He had quite the reputation and he was about to make it so much more known.