The Moon was still up, lively and providing light for all those who couldn't see without it. Meanwhile, Vali sat on the roof. He had just come from dealing with someone and now he was looking for more trouble. Of course, it wasn't because he actually wanted to start trouble, he was just going crazy with his newfound power. There was so much to learn so much to do in such little time. His eyes wanted to witness different spells because the more he witnessed the more he learned. Crocus was silent as most people were resting for tomorrow's ball. Not the werewolf, however. He was set on being a delinquent. As he stood on the roof his senses tuned in to everything around him. He looked at the world beneath him when he saw a man walking...this man had a strange vibe, almost frightening really. There was no doubt that he had some powerful abilities. Quickly with the brick in his hand, Val would throw the brick with a smirk.

Score. Vali had successfully hit his target with the brick, only it hit him in the arm rather than the head. The Jarl snickered as the man complained, looking for the person who assaulted him, however in that very moment he felt a strange feeling compelled him. Almost like...fear, but more intimidation than anything. Without another thought, Vali awakened the eye on his forehead because, besides the intimidation, it felt as if his body was weakened. Vali's eyes widened upon realizing that he was dealing with someone extremely strong. What were the odds? This was just what he needed. A red Aura began to surround his body and his new opponent would then be able to see him from above him. "I'm the little shit, got a problem?" he smirked slightly nervous. The young Titan was certain that he had picked on the right person. Who was this man anyway? And why was he giving off such a high amount of magical energy? A power that could rival even Konstantin.

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Goddammit. Vali wasn't necessarily here to talk, he was here because he wanted to test his limits. However, his target seemed to be interested in his eye, asking if it was the result of some face-lift surgery gone bad. Vali raised an eyebrow as if he had forgotten for a moment that he was trying to attack the man. "The Mad Titan" some had called him. His moods switched so quickly, some people could never tell when he was actually angry. "Oh this shit? It is given to the King of Vikings by the Gods of Satri." he said as if it wasn't a big deal. Then, a wide smirk stole the Titan's face. "But...what the hell is that?" Vali pointed to the man's face, squinting his eyes. "Is...is that your face? You're fucking ugly." He chuckled, still ready to defend himself. "Let me fix it for you." he said coldly as his facial expression dropped. The Viking then threw another brick at his target and would continue to throw these brown blocks until this stranger did something.

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Vali sighed, easily stepping to the side when the stranger threw the brick back. He couldn't help but notice the hairs standing up on his skin. Normally, Vali would attempt to build some form of relationship with a guy like him. He could feel that this man was better an ally than an enemy, however, the gods were the ones who flipped the coin. Either way, the Titan knew he would not die. The bearded man was becoming impatient, offering Vali to fight him. How annoying it must have been to run into Vali right now. "Shoot me then!" he said with a wide grin, ready to react the first moment he saw a sign of attack. The King's Wrath surrounded his body, blessing him with god-like magic. what is he? he thought. The young Jarl wondered what he'd "shoot" Vali with because he didn't see a gun anywhere on him.

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"K." Suddenly Val could see a magic circle form at the man's fingertip and just as it formed, he lunged 10 meters to his left. The magic circle appearing at the man's finger was a clear indicator that he was aiming where Vali had been standing. The Titan's eyes remained on his enemy but more specifically on the spell, he was using. By the time the bullet would fly out from the magic circle, it'd just miss Vali. With his eyes having already seen the spell used, it was placed in the arsenal within his head. The bullet, however, radiated strong dark energy and as much as Vali wanted to turn back to see what damage it would have done to whatever was behind him, he had something more important to do. Just as he landed 10 meters to his left on the roof, he'd jump down, ready to swing his dagger if he needed to block any more of those bullets as he fell from the roof. In less then a second he'd be on the ground officially 12 meters away from the bullet mage. "If that's all you've got, then this fight is already over." he said coldly.

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Vali's eyes widened. Now that he was off the roof, he wasn't that far from his enemy, all he really had to do was bolt immediately towards him and knock him out swiftly. However, Vali was rather interested to see what else his opponent had in store. His enemy quickly raised himself in the air, materializing two black wings as his eyes lit up as well. Vali watched attempting to absorb how he could have done such a thing, but it seemed impossible for Vali to embrace. This wasn't a spell, it was more of a biological capability which meant that this man was just like Yumi; Daemon. Vali still watched though, because the next thing his opponent did was shoot again. Quickly, he crossed his arms and braced for impact. The Pullet struck his left forearm first, damaging his armor but not enough to break it. In fact, it was a pretty big bullet and it did manage to push him into the wall of the building behind him.

Again though, he had managed to copy this man's spell. These bullet spells would definitely come in handy. To be quite honest it felt like his opponent was holding back a bit like he really didn't want to fight. But neither did Vali really. I mean this man could fly for fuck's sake... Vali's ability to fly had been stripped away from him. As far as he was concerned, his goal had been fulfilled but he was still on guard just in case this man wanted to continue on. After all, he was a daemon and they were pretty....evil. "Aye!" Vali shouted after the first bullet connected with his arms. "You uh...you still wanted to grab a drink or somethin'?"

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Vali smirked as his opponent quickly became his acquaintance. The man asked why Val just didn't start with that and even called him strange. The young leader shrugged. "Aye. I've been told." He smirked. "Three-eyes" such an uncreative nickname but then again this man didn't look like a creative person. Not to mention that he used bullet magic which in itself didn't have much versatility. Vali was a bit at ease now. The two men spoke, Vali only a tad bit intimidated by the man in front of him. He wasn't exactly sure what kind of being he was but if they weren't enemies then Vali had nothing to worry about at the moment. The tanned skin male asked for his name, mentioning that usualy people give their identity before taking someone out. He was also curious as to what Vali wanted with him.

"I am Vali Onfroy..." He began, his hands twitching slightly. His accent wasn't as thick as it was months ago, but it was still quite obvious that he wasn't from Fiore, especially because of his name. "Noone sent me. Actually, if I'm being honest, I only attacked you because you looked strong." Vali bit his lip for a second, quickly thinking if he should reveal his abilities to this man. "I have the ability to copy other abilities." he stated finally deciding that it wasn't that serious. "Mimic magic." he concluded in Desiertan. "Judging from the strength of your presence I take it you aren't human. What is your name?"

Vali chuckled with a nod as his former opponent had replied to him in Desiertan. He was delusional too because Vali was obviously the more attractive person. Caius looked...old, but in all fairness, he was nice to look. "Aye." he smirked, agreeing with the daemon. He then went on to explain what he was, ensuring the Viking that he wasn't like the creatures responsible for the country's current state. "You would kill your own brethren for this country..." He said playfully. "Fair enough. I have a vendetta against them as well." He quickly added. The demons had been the reason why he had to kill his own mother. He could never look at another the same. Val was conscious enough to realize that this man could not be blamed for what happened and so he could accept him as an ally. Plus, Vali was tired of fighting...

Finally, the Daemon came down. He still hadn't revealed his name and for the most part, he was still a stranger but their introductions had been enough for him to say they knew each other. This man was, to put it simply, a beautiful monster. Just as the Titan was- that much was clear. "Aye. I will buy two rounds. To Ale and Women, we go!" Though his tastes could fix for a man as well. The young noble would then walk towards the local tavern. It wasn't too far from what he had remembered. "I still do not know your name, friend, so how can you say we know each other." he smirked as they made their way to their destination. Perhaps a drink is all he needed after all until Vali heard a voice from behind him.

"Jarl Vali!" a voice shouted in Icebergan. Quickly Vali had turned to see that it was one of his men. A grunt who he had known nothing about. The Viking quickly moved towards the warrior who had been out of breath. "What is it?" The former elf asked in concern. In under seconds, he had forgotten that his new friend had existed. "The village, Lord..." Vali grabbed the man by his collar before yanking him close. "Speak!" he shouted in the common tongue. "Treerin...Skaal...our people...it's a nightmare. Dead bodies everywhere...Everyone's dead." For a moment Vali didn't know if he was hearing things, or under some sort of illusion spell. It could have been the gods playing with him. Suddenly he slapped himself, then shook his head before opening his eyes to see that this was actually happening.

The young leader's eyes moved to and fro as his thoughts bounced around in his mind. The Anxiety caused him to hyperventilate. "No...N-no..." The Titan clenched his jaws, fighting the urge to go berserk and kill his own warrior. Turning away he let his hand go. After a moment, he turned back towards the grunt. "How? Why?!" The grunt swallowed, shaken by his leader. "The Knights came looking for you but we would not tell them of your whereabouts so they tried to take us. We fought proudly, even the Nekomata's... but in the end, the Knights were too strong." Vali turned away, holding his head as his eyes widened. His breathing became heavier.

"Let's go." he said as he turned to face his loyal knight. Taking a pause, he turned towards Caius. He wanted to speak but his thoughts were running rampant and no words came out. With a silent nod towards his new friend, he turned to leave with his warrior.