Erebus was outmatched, his skills were not that tight against a foe like Sloth. Or whatever this thing was suppose to be. He realized fairly quickly his reckless abaddon would fall short this time around. He took breath with a rapid heartbeat, inhaling into his lungs, the rogue pried through his own blood, swapping out his cloak’s shoulder-pad.
Placing his hand on his waist, he counted his blessing with the creature taking off, at least he could verify they would have to walk after it, such a being was going to be impossible to catch without fighting it wherever it so chose (home-court). Erebus took to a stride toward Odin, sighing. “Not Magic huh? Some ridiculous speed. Now I know how it feels...” He thought back, remembering how he use to use underhanded tricks and sleight of hand to outwit foes, paired with his inhuman athletics and acrobatics; he was pretty badass in those times. Now, as times shifted and power-creep became unavoidable, so too had Erebus. Adopting a style that force-sprung traps. But if this creature had this kind of power and it wasn’t magical by nature, then he feared he may have no clue how to beat the fiend.
“I wonder if his trick’ could be in something he’s carrying.” Erebus started, remembering his magical daggers of old. Phantom Dancer did something like this, didn’t it? A trademark dash that depended upon his actual max speeds. “You think a magic merchant sold this kind of thing? That’s crazy, I should’ve met him by now.” Erebus thought in shock, noting that for the past five years he’s never met a Mysterious Merchant. However, highly engaged in that conversation, Erebus memorized all the powers Odin talked off about. Analyzing just how deep this was, and realizing soon there that Odin’s attribute as a magical genius, was partly due to the eye that copies spells, and of others, such as Kazimir’s negation eye.
Realizing immediately that these kinds of powers were immense compared to Earthland’s offerings, Erebus vowed to find a MM soon, there just couldn’t be any other way. Erebus needed strength, and hungered to punish the Wicked... His version of Wicked? Of course was the Nobles and the happy-go-ugly Light Mages in Fiore.
‘Yeah, give me some time’ He fantasized in recollection of his recent arrest and the officer on warrant. ‘I’m coming to the function with it all now.’ He desired vengeance, so to be quite frank. Erebus would hold himself to survival today, as a bubble hovered atop their heads, the beaten dirt path unyielding, but as the trees grew more and more desolate, so too did the anxiety. When all was over, Erebus would slaughter this wretch in Odin’s name expeditiously.
Or his name wasn’t Erebus
Erebus pushed forth, stopping as a swamp bed came into clearing from beyond a heavy fog that hid them from the knees down. Erebus glances to Odin, if the skeleton looked back at him, Erebus would shrug, unsure if they should wade through the waters or turn back for a different path.
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