There he was, fully suited from head to toe once more. He had gotten himself a new and better helmet over the years. Honestly, it was nowhere near what he wished he had or achieved within two years. But his growth in armor had stopped as his focus had been on training. Not the kind of training that made him stronger or faster, but more lethal and learned a better understanding with more melee weapons. He had taken classes at many schools and learned how to better use the hammer he had learned was called Mjolnir. It apparently was rumored to be god sent, which was ironic for a Daemon like himself to be using such a thing. On top of all the weapons training he had learned, Knuckles had fully taken the steps to learn all control the powers the Demon had given to him. It would have to happen soon now though, he would have to either find a way to roll back time on his age or start seriously taking the steps to become a Famous Adventurer. As it stood he was becoming more Infamous than Famous. Though at this point did he care as long as he got the respect that came with it? As long as he became a Legend? Probably not, in fact, he knew it did not matter. All that mattered was soon everyone would know the name Knuckles Shi.
The armored man was walking enjoying the Baska weather, though it was cold, more so in armor. Still, it was beautiful, and worth walking around in weather he found perfect for young love. When you were at that age of finding your forever and always, which lead to a life of love and passion. This weather was perfect for that stage, the walks around town while snuggling up near each other, the dining out sitting on the same side of the booth to stay warm. His favorite would be the evenings in front of the fireplace having a warm beverage that gave a young man warmth and vigor and a young woman warmth and opening.
He had lost the young love game long ago, he left love behind in the past and this weather only now made him understand how alone he was. His family name would die with him if he did not achieve his goal. After all, he was already middle-aged, most men his age would be near retirement. Not many lived much longer than he did, and if they did they lived for a lot longer. Just how it worked in this world.
The sound of a smack would be heard forcing Knuckles to shift his focus from where he was walking to his left across the way to a pink-haired woman getting his face met with the hand of a tall man. Knuckles lifted a brow as it seemed the woman had taken the hit for the small woman behind her. The pink-haired woman then seemed to show the man what being the weaker person in a domestic abuse situation felt like, this would be a proper punishment. An Eye for an Eye truly, though it often went the other way from what Knuckles would recall. If a woman had shown a man how weak he was he would usually fall deeper into the way of life he was down and take out that embarrassment on another woman down the road, possible for it to spread to kids too.
Knuckles thought long and hard about what he should do, seeing the pair of women starting to walk away, Knuckles figured it would be okay. No one would put together what he would do. But why would he step in? Truly he did not care, though long term he figured there would be some person who would but a low paying job out there to deal with some freak who had been beating kids and women up and the law would not do anything about it so they wanted a thug to do it. So instead of going through all that time, Knuckles just figured why the hell wait? Lifting the hammer up from his back into the air with his right hand, he'd cast Tempest's Revenge, a second later lighting would strike from the sky, hitting the man that had been left a bruised and bloody mess. His body would feel the full effects of S rank Damage in the form of lightning, strike him and likely kill him. Knuckles would slide his hammer back down as those around gasped at the odd occurrence, they were already shocked by the pink-haired woman's actions.
"Lighting striking on a clear day like this, perhaps it was an omen. We best clear the area, everyone, before we are struck next by the gods. " It annoyed him to say those words as if the gods even gave a damn about them.