The overwhelming relief Scion felt when he heard the bullet hit to the ground was almost enough to make him feel good about the eventual beating he was going to receive. It wasn't enough that Skalagrim was being slow about the process, but seemed to find it fitting to announce the man's foreseeable life span. His was going to be much shorter if things went as anticipated. The worst part was the seconds were dragging on forever thanks to his sped up perception. He was tempted to peek, to look up and see what was taking so long, but he didn't want to see it coming. It always hurt more if you watched. However, as Scion wallowed in his on self pity. He was surprised to hear Skalagrim compliment him, albeit a bit backhandedly, but it was there. It was at this time that he allowed curiosity to override fear and looked up in time to see Skalagrim tapping on his shield. He apparently intended to shield the park. For what purpose he hadn't a clue. Unless? He thought, He intends to actually fight. Scion didn't want to get his hopes up, but Skalagrim's next words sealed the deal. He asked Scion to take up his weapon and prove his words, and Scion was happy to oblige. He took a moment to inspect the electrical net that Skalagrim had called down and wondered about the sanity of using electricity in a water park. He chose to ignore that thought in favor of retrieving his discarded tonfa. He wanted to fight, but as he looked over his weapon he realized that he had grabbed in in a rush. The truth was that, on its own, the 'Force Tonfa' was more a weapon meant mostly for defence. If Skalagrim wanted to see Scion beat him, then he needed to bring out everything.
He twirls the tonfa in his grip a couple times, then smoothly slides it into his belt. He needed his hands free for the next part, but before he began he wanted to voice his intentions, "Skalagrim. You want me to show you what I can do," He starts, his voice a bit quiet and raspy from his earlier funk, "then I ask that you allow me the proper time to prepare. This was after all a surprise attack that you launched on my vacation of all things. So, I would like some time to gather my arsonal before we begin. If you find these terms acceptable, then please stand quietly while I collect."
Taking a few moments to gauge whether or not Skalagrim would move to stop him. Scion started his armament by reaching into the neck of his coat, and drawing a black staff from the hidden space underneath. The staff is of the same lightless material as the tonfa, and has two crystals, one on each end of the staff. He then takes the staff and carefully holds it up to the back of the coat where, with a click, it latches onto his back and is held by an unseen force. He then reaches into his sleeve and pulls out a small silver handle. The item appears to be a typical switch blade, but strong magic emanates from the hidden blade within. He clips the blade onto his belt opposite to the tonfa before taking an arms out of his coat sleeves and then unfolding the coat. Scion tries to stand in the way, but Skalagrim would see, that the inside of the coat has, what appears to be, a window into outer space magically sewn into the inlay. In the space he also may observe many object of varying origin floating in the seemingly infinite expanse. As Scion reaches through this window it ripples as if passing through water. He grasps onto a large black box that can be seen wedged between a bookcase, packed with varying literature, and a Kawasaki motorcycle. He gives one mighty pull and the box emerges from the coat, nearly knocking Scion over as gravity pulls it and him to the ground with a loud crash. Scion takes a moment to regain his balance, then, with no warning, smacks the top of the box. The box which was about a meter tall and a meter in length extended to three times its length in response, revealing a high tech sound board and a large speaker hidden inside. An array of audio inputs outputs and neon lights with shifting colors would also be noticed as the DJ station came to life and hovered several inches off the ground. Skalagrim may also take notice that the large speaker on the front was directed at him.
Satisfied with the fact that he had managed to arm himself with all his current weapons. Scion turns Skalagrim with a look of determination in his eyes. "Alright Skalagrim. I thank you for your patients, but I want to make something clear before we begin. You seem to want some kind of apology out of me for what I said about the Dreaming Queen. However, despite the fact I already apologized. I am sure you could tell that it was less than sincere. So here's the thing. If you beat me. I will legitimately apologize for insulting your Queen and swear to never speak her name in vain ever again. However, if I win, then."
"Then you will apologize to us." Dennis interrupts in a slightly menacing tone. This interruption caused Scion to pause, as it was the first time that Dennis had spoken since Skalagrim had arrived. He really didn't know why he chose to involve himself, but he decides to try to talk him down, "Dennis. You do know he's after me. Right? You don't have to. I mean why are you doing this?"
"Because Scion, I am as much a part of this as you are." Dennis continues angrily, "In fact, in what I believe is a very large oversight on Skal's side. I am the most involved, for I was the one that started the topic that lead to the Queen jokes. If you recall, but Skal here has shown little care in going after me for my part in this. Maybe they were somehow under the impression that I wasn't my own entity, but I am telling you now Dreamers that I am, and I am not happy." Scion couldn't think of what to say in response to that. He was already shocked to see Dennis so angry about, well actually angry about something at all. However, Dennis had made a good point. Why had Skalagrim ignored him? He thought in his confusion.
Dennis continues in a more level tone, "I don't know what made you think hurting Scion was the best way to go about avenging your Queen's honor Skal, but I want to make it abundantly clear that I see this invasion as a gross overuse of your power. Especially for a matter far too small for beings, such as yourself, to take notice of. I would like to think your race isn't so petty as to believe our words held any weight towards your reputation, but if this was merely an excuse for you to use to observe us. I may find myself even more agitated. Scion my brag about his abilities some times, and speak without thinking, but he never intentionally hurt someone who don't deserve it. If you knew anything about him or me for that matter, then you could have simply asked us to stop and we would have gladly done so. However, you have already chosen your course, and you will answer for your blunder by facing, not just Scion, but me aswell. Scion has always had my minimal involvement in his little bouts, but today you have my full attention. So, through the words of the internet. You gonna get wrecked son."
Scion just stared at his watch, unsure if he should cheer in joy or be freaking out about the fact Dennis was actually going to fight for real with him. He ultimately decided to get into a battle stance, as he determined that Dennis' words may not ring the best notes with his opponent. He quickly draws his tonfa into his left hand and the switchblade into his right as he positions himself with his right side facing towards Skalagrim. He then flicks of his right wrist and the hidden three inch blade extends from its sheath. Scion levels the blade at Skalagrim, and grips the tonfa tightly as he holds it in front of his chest. He wanted to give Skalagrim the opening move, so that he may learn something about the way he fights, but at the same time. He wanted to set the pace for the battle. He takes a quick glance at the 'Bass Cannon' hovering behind him, and a grin smoothly spreads across his face. In a mighty yell he declares, "Let start this madness!" In response to his call the Bass Cannon's lights shift to an ominous red, the the entire thing starts blasting Savatage's 'Hall Of The Mountain King. The music was so loud that the crowds outside the electric field could hear the angry rock music, echoing throughout the park.