A clenched fist struck down hard against the dark walnut table sending the various bits and bobs that sat on it up into the air briefly, the owner of this fist was none other than the priest that maintained the holy grounds and the hidden secrets hidden deep within it. The Priest was frustrated with the sudden demands that he had been given by someone who he felt ill suited to the position he had been granted. “No I will not hand over this weapon over to you, the church has already graced you with the ability to see be grateful for that alone, few have ever held such a relic for one to have two of the churches most sacred artefacts is almost unheard of since the days of the great war.”
The man he was arguing with cared little for the priests stories and excuses finding them petty and unnecessary, the fact that he would hold two rather than one would only serve to allow him to fight more effectively for the church rather than just as a simple scout. “Father, you are making a grave mistake in your refusal to had over the weapon, I have the request to take it recognised and signed by Midas, don’t make this any harder.”
With a heavy sigh, the priest left his chair looked up into the heavens as if to pray for mercy before leading the man on the way to the underground sect where the weapon was being stored. At the time the man didn’t know what the weapon was completely but he was sure there would be something to help him figure it out, he had only been given clues as to its capabilities such as it could be used to harness his mana in a more destructive fashion through light, fire and even non-elemental based spells. Walking down the steps behind the priest they stopped multiple times with the priest lighting a candle to aid them while they went lower and lower.
Eventually the stairs lead them to a great room full of a variety of items all covered in white drapes which in turn were covered in a thick layer of dust. Rather than asking for his help in looking for the weapon, the priest instead insisted that he stayed where he was and he’d look personally. So as the priest began to rummage around the blonde haired man began to scan over the room with both of his eyes little sparked his attention inside the room outside of the priest who he already recognised when they first met as having a moderate amount of mana. After some time the priest returned dragging along a gigantic cross significantly taller than himself, the cross was bound in a white cloth held in place by leather straps.
A concerned expression took hold of the priests face as he looked at the man’s own stunned appearance. “You do know what this is don’t you?” The priest questioned him. “Yeah of course I do….” He replied with a thinly veiled lie, shaking his head the priest informed him of what the weapon actually was. “This is the punisher, an anti-vampire, demon, lycan rifle, rocket launcher, it is capable of both long and short distance shooting and can also be used as a melee weapon.” As he spoke the weapon was revealed in all of its glory as he removed the straps. “It is incredibly heavy and you will likely need to use both hands to properly use it.” Sighing to himself the priest spoke to him one more time, before letting him go. “Go on take it…”
Looking at the cross for a moment or two, the man decide how best to carry the weapon. Given the huge size of it he would likely have to carry it either on his back or in both hands based on certain circumstances, for now though he would request to borrow a few of those straps and create a makeshift sling so he could support some of the weight by slinging it over his left shoulder crossing over to his right hip while his right shoulder held his satchel crossing over to his left hip. Leaving the room as he had entered up the stairs he moved into the priests office and then into the main hall slinging the heavy weapon onto his back with the cross section pointing downward ignoring the symbolism held towards it. “Hmm I wonder if this “punisher” will live up to its name, I guess I’ll have to give it a test run before doing any hunting.”
Making his way towards the exit, the man plucked out a pair of sunglasses from his satchel and slid them onto his head watching the crowd, winking at those who took note of him to his right. Approaching the exit of the church, a blistering light shone down upon him from behind seeing it as a sign from the heavens he moved with increased vigor. Pulling open both of the doors made necessary from the length of his weapon he immediately recognised the person in front of him as being a moderately powerful mage but what made him significant was the elements that he embodied within himself.
Taking interest in the man, he spoke vaguely to him hoping that the other would be open to further conversation. “Interesting weather, we’ve been having lately wouldn’t you say?, The farmers are loving the rain but the rest of the townspeople and as well as myself not so much, I’m Kon by the way nice to meet you.” Extending his glove hand outward towards the man ready to a pleasant handshake or the less optimal choice of conflict.