"Humph." Gilgamesh smirked even in the face of a man who held absolute confidence that he could defeat him despite the fact that he not only knew who he was but what he was capable of. If anything, it was interesting. 

It was also, however, greatly insulting. 

A most interesting man. It was simply a pity his main source of amusement came from insults. Even as Stein talked of how he was insulted that Gilgamesh would choose such a weapon Gilgamesh did two things: 

First, Gilgamesh disagreed. Stein was nothing but a rabid monster, a sinner to be put to justice at the hands of a superior. What better weapon would there to be than Kazikli Bey? A fitting blow to justice? 

Second, Gilgamesh activated his next move. 

Kazikli Bey: The Lord of Execution. 

The Throne of Heroes was, in essence, extremely random. It could do things on whims. It could create multiple versions of the same hero, each one diverse enough to be it's own human population. Who knew? There could very well be a pint sized child Gilgamesh who didn't go around calling everyone around him mongrel. Gilgamesh shuddered at the thought previously, but now was not the time. 

Kazikli Bey: The Lord of Execution demanded that the user be the marked ruler of the land; his own territory. However, that was a limitation that only applied to it's use by it's future owner, Vlad the Lord Impaler. For Gilgamesh, the first king of this earth, everything was his territory, and therefore no such limitation technically existed. 

He had full mastery of over a 500 meter radius. 

At first glance, it seemed like Gilgamesh was only doing a repeat of the Fortress of Impalement. However, that was not the case. This time, each lance that came through the ground was deliberate, guided by the king himself. Five lances appeared in the ground above him, cutting off the arms from the bodies of the assistants and ending what little threat they remained to Gilgamesh. Over 19, 995 lances appeared on and in the area around Stein, with two purposes: 

Kill him.

Entrap him. 

In such a room, there would be little to no method of escape. With each five or ten lances, Stein would either be pushed back into a corner or risk impalement and death. 

As he did so, Gilgamesh jumped back even as the mad dog bumrushed him with a leftover spear from the first Kazikli Bey. As he gazed upon the mad dog, Gilgamesh nearly faulted mid-jump.

Berserker. That mad dog. The beast that dared shot down his treasure. 

It was no matter. Once in the air, Gilgamesh opened the Gate of Babylon and began launching noble phantasm after noble phantasm at Berserker. Normally, he would pour out much more, but there were two problems. 

First, it might end up killing the innocent mongrels of the area. 

Second, Gilgamesh was still preparing something.