"My name is not Heim. It is Heimdall." The name my parents chose for me.
"But you may call me whatever you want. I did some sort of ... experiment this morning, and I feel energized." Heimdall stretched.
"But I seriously have no idea what I did. Meanwhile, I think I'll explore the town and... explore." I need to figure out what powers I have. Veneficus won't be a bad place to start. "You can follow me if you like."
Heimdall brushed against Jonathan's mind gently. Me and MaX are off. We'll be in the city. We'll be back in a couple of hours.
"Meanwhile, I can introduce you to the rest of our party. You know me. Jonathan is a Vampire demon. You don't want to get him angry," said Heimdall, chuckling, as he walked down a flight of steps
"Then there's Sirenes and Xanriel. You saw them before. Sirenes is a human, I think. There's something about her that I don't think even she knows... and Xanriel is an angel. He's the one I first met. And there's Zanthos; you saw him, too. He's an Elf. And then there's Ragen, who you haven't met yet. He's a human." He walked past the gates of the citadel; the city was just waking up.
I feel left out
Finally caught up. FINALLY.
Just going to post the end of the fight, or rather redo the entire thing, since I wasn't too far. It should be done by tomorrow at the latest.
Also, can we just pretend the fight finished a little later than Hiemdall/Jonothan's? So it makes sense that you couldn't find him, but the fight didn't last 3 days.
As Dorfl strode into the arena, and saw that Hiemdall and Jonathan had already begun fighting, Jon versus that rude Vampire (Dorfl has no idea what a Vampyre is, and frankly doesn't care. He
looks like a Vampire, so a Vampire he is) from dinner the other night, and the Ulitharid appeared to be matching blows with what looked like a Dark Wizard of some sort, but he saw his opponent before he could look into detail.
It was a large, muscular demon, with blood-red skin and a leather tunic around his chest. His arms had and odd pair of gauntlets on them, they were really just shields with intricate designs sticking to his arms by leather straps. They looked custom-made, though, and Dorfl had a good eye for battle equipment.
All these facts became minor details however when you looked at his sword. It was gigantic, easily Dorfl's size and probably a good foot taller. The blade was straight, like a massive broadsword, but he didn't seem bothered at all by the weight.
"Hello, golem. Master Incarnate says I'm to be your challenger today. Rather looking forward to it, I might add. Heard you'd taken down a False God. That would be something to put on your resumé, eh?" Said the demon impeccably, each word falling smoothly into place.
"Well, it's probably me, as I haven't seen any other golems in Umbrios as of yet. You speak rather well for a demon, though."
He smiled and lowered his head for a moment before saying: "Yes, that often draws attention, but it's a long story, and I was never at home with all that 'Speaking-For-Great-Lengths-of-Time-When-You-Should-Be-Fighting' strategy of warfare, since I fight largely in colosseums, like this one," He guestered at the crowd. "If you still want to know afterwards, then we can talk, but now, lets do what we came to do. Name's Tobrun, by the way, and best of luck to you.
He unsheathed his blade, without any apparent difficulty, and looked at it disapprovingly.
"Still a prototype, I'm afraid. The blacksmiths just can't seem to get it any bigger. A pity." He said, and then charged at Dorfl.
It wasn't a particularly fast run, but it did have a terrible momentum, and the ground seemed to shake with every step.
Dorfl tensed and leaned backwards, while crouching and lowering his arms into a martial pose. He didn't plan on using any unfair advantages that he had against this Tobrun, and he'd stay the same size throughout. Besides, you didn't live long as a golem if you couldn't pick up a few fighting styles, and he recalled the days when he too had fought in colosseums, against the largest brutes that could be found, and he'd always won. Well, almost always. Best not to think about that.
He moved towards the demon as he was just a few feet away, and ducked under him, his left palm shooting upwards to catch Tobrun on the chin. He took the hit, but only grunted, slowing down his charge before he ran into the wall.
Like a bull, Dorfl thought, as the demon came round again, He charges like a bull.
He tried to do a similar trick again, this time feigning right and attacking Tobruns right arm, hoping to disarm him. But his attacker was ready this time, and swung his sword around so that it hit Dorfl's arm.
As his arm was sheared off, Dorfl realizes that this wasn't an ordinary blade, and he couldn't afford to take a direct hit, much less another small one. Dorfl was about to dive to the left and try to reform his arm, but he couldn't because at that point Tobrun cannoned into him, and his other arm shattered, and his legs were littered with cracks as he flew backwards into the far wall, while his opponent didn't seem to be damaged at all.
Dorfl realized that there was no way be could beat Tobrun like this. He was much, much stronger than him. But he had a few extra tools at his disposal, they were speed, cunning, and artful.
He quickly brought in the dust around him and what little remained of his appendages suddenly reformed into their old selves again. Before the discharge from his crash settled, he'd have to take advantage of it though. Let's use cunning...
Tobrun was stalking though the small cloud of dust, and swinging his sword idly though it, knowing that he'd find him somewhere.
And then he did.
Speed time.
Dorfl came out from underneath the demon, the Earth breaking as his massive fist smashed into Tobrun's lower jaw, flinging him into the air so that he came down flat on his back.
The golem rushed him and chopped down on Tobrun's wrist, loosening his grip on the blade so Dorfl could wrench it away and chuck it out of the stadium. It's not heavy at all, he thought, What was it made of, I wonder?
But he wasn't given time to find out, because Tobrun was already standing with both arms coming around on opposite sides to crush Dorfl's head, where they were intercepted by a pair on stony fists, and they grappled, each one pushing against the other, one man's strength against another's, a simple contest.
The old fashioned way.
Dorfl grimaced, and pushed, but it was not good, there was no way he would beat him in a pure battle of strength. He remembered...
It had been a clear day in the Gravity Basin, and the crown was already gathered in the stands around the arena, their bets placed, their tickets payed for. The match would be between the local favorite, some golem, and the heavyweight champion of the country, a master of martial arts.
The ticketmaster was discussing the matchup with a man, in a sub-furnished room, holding only 2 steel chairs and a table, with two piles of quanta on it. The bets for Dorfl, and the bets for his challenger. The stacks were perfectly even.
He licked his lips nervously and looked at the man across from him. He was the master's agent of sorts, he handled the money and appointments. There was nothing even remotely intimidating about him, except his stare. It bore into you and made you feel like it was holding a clipboard and shaking his head. It made you feel like you'd already lost even though you hadn't even played the game.
"You know, my man will win. He always does." Said the agent, one of his bangs interrupting his stare momentarily.
"Well, Dorfl hasn't lost before. He's better than he looks, you know." Said the ticketmaster defiantly. It was that stare. He had the feeling that he was being insulted without the other man even saying anything.
"Yes, well, he can't win. He has his limits. He is, after all, only a machine."
And then a gong sounded, and both men rushed to the window to watch what was happening. The fight had been going for some time now, and it appeared that it had reached an impasse. The two were grappling, the human's muscles bulging on his bare chest and slowly pushing back the rocky figure in front of him. Then Dorfl changed his stance, and took a slow, deliberate step forward, forcing his opponent to move back. The golem took another step, and then there was a loud, ear-splitting crack from one of his arms.
Dorfl looked at his arm in astonishment, and then his expression turned to one of horror when it shattered into pieces at the other man's grip. He fell to the ground, defeated. He'd pushed himself past his limit, and now couldn't even put it back together.
After the fight, as the ticketmaster was trying to politely fire him from the arena for losing, he was told about the conversation that was held by him and the agent. When he heard the last line, he simply stood up, opened the door, and slammed it shut with a crash that knocked over the only candle in the room.
After a few minutes of cursing and fumbling with a tinderbox, the ticketmaster managed to get the candle alight again, and looked at the door handle. It was crushed, the outlines of Dorfl's fist all too evident on it.
He heard the last of his employees leaving for the night, and rattled the doorknob uselessly.
He whimpered
"Hello? Anyone? Please?"
So I'm going to make Dorfl have a flashback latter in the battle, involving the fight he lost.
Also, I just got the idea that the demon I'm fighting could join up with us as Master of Fire? Since neither of the people who said they would appear to have actually started, and we need one if we're to finish it. No idea for a name though, but I could control him like Icy/Sirenes do with Sekhor/Alex.
And he'll get firey later in the battle, when Dorfl has to use his Master powers.
If no one else can think of a name, then I guess I'll go with Tobrun (Pronounced Toe-Brun)
Alright, done for the day.
