Erebus allowed Ragnar his fun— returning to the bleachers, kicking up his feet, and stealing popcorn off an elderly woman next to him. Throwing the snack back with a grin, he laughed as Ragnar immediately had to retreat. “Ah come now Ragnar! You can do better than that.” He joyfully played. Upon his ally dashing back Erebus, watched with intent, not only was his viewing good for their quest. But it also taught Erebus Ragnar’s fight style, it was information that was up for use later, assuming they ever stood on opposing sides.
Interesting. Ragnar’s weapon did more than break the shield, it actually disintegrated it into shard. Erebus notes that his item, is a little more than what he assumed it to be. Dear rn by design, Erebus must assume its of Legendary quality, or at maximum, Mythic. The style was brutish and unlike Erebus’ dance of the dagger. The man quickly picks apart the targets. Erebus claps slowly, and watched his large partner pass by him on his way to the restroom.
Fair enough, Erebus thought without little delay or hesitation, his feet kicking him back off and into the air so that he would move like a blur to reach the arena floor.
Removing three daggers, Erebus places one behind his back, and bows. The Gate is lifted, and the opponent who steps forth is a man unlike men. Erebus thought Ragnar was large, but this fellow was ripped with muscle, his weapon twelve feet in length, and he was just under seventeen feet.
“Lucretia?” He thought. No, that wasn’t her, this was a human. “Ha. Hahaha,” he began to break into a laugh, this was it? Erebus had faced a fighter like this. Under normal circumstances he would have lost to them. But the fact he had Jin was the deciding factor that ensured he lived. Now, he would be all alone. Forced to fight with agility. Agility he himself did not yet believe in entirely for facing tanks.
“You go no where,” the man boomed. Searching the crowd for his partner. “Facing me alone is death, for you thy departed.” The monster of man thundered. He was a Goliath of power, a rare giant in the world of Fiore. Hanging over his chest was a vest, fur boots, and a loincloth that hung a few feet to keep the creature’s junk hidden. A split mohawk and thick bushy upper mustache was all he had to decorate his visage. Overall, he was like Street Fighter Zangeef, a style that didn’t seem to match up, but evidently proved he was a serious body-building warrior.
Erebus casually adjusts his mask from his shoulder plate to his face, the magic of it’s animating hanma bends his smile to a raging glare. Smoke clouds began to emit off the body of Erebus expanding fifteen meters outward and erasing him from sight. The cloud made near the Zangeef Warrior, and the beast roared. “Out and fight ! Out and fight!” It gripped its massive two-handed blade and rushed through the black.
The first error was allowing the trap to work. Inside, the Champ’s eyes burned with CS gas. He couldn’t vividly make out any shapes, but before he could dash back, three piercings are felt in the calf muscles, disabling lunges. Zangeef cried out for help. He kicked at his leg, punishing himself only for Erebus to dash and propel upward off the leg and spin into a somersault to the next legs knee. He carved the letter E into the kneecap with style using three blades, disabling movement in general aside walking. A burst of fire from Erebus mouth would catch the monster in the face as it swung wildly on him. Erebus barely turns in time to create a star with his weapons, his free hand holding the center true. The block pushes him through the air to to ground.
His rogue like acrobatics allow him to casually backflip and land on one knee. Erebus stands and walks slowly towards the giant. His enigma, his ego, something are greater and more estranged than previously thought. Erebus slashes the sword his dash inward— he does again, the Iron dagger snapped and broke, but one more strike from Maiden’s Voyage completely splits the behemoth blade. Without needing to emit a word, Erebus acrobatically propels up the side of Zangeef, releasing his dagger to fly up into the air and go through the enemies neck.
The neck shot causes Zangeef to choke on blood, he wants to breathe but he doesn’t know how to stop the deed. He slowly dies out in the smoke, and after it cleared the entire stadium would be silent. The legend of Erebus was growing, and the power of Ragnar too was noted. No further deliberation was needed Erebus left to find Ragnar and get their cash, if he could not— then he’d abandon the area and return for his quest rewards alone.
Erebus stops by a blacksmith to repair his Iron dagger, he then hits Odin’s bar back in Oak for a casual drink. The day was well spent.
2006/2000
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