The Overlord glanced at Marchesa, he had forgotten about the test that he had setten up to determine her worth. It seemed that she had survived the flaming inferno without a third-degree burn on her, it seemed that she at least had the skill of dodging lethal objects, but he needed more than that to allow another living being to follow in his presence. However, in the situation of being trapped without a minion in sight, he could make some adjustments to what could eagerly die for him. However, there seemed to be something bigger than determining what minions could follow him, and that would be the overwhelming presence of this stranger. The Overlord stretched his shoulders, allowing his mace to scrape against his armor, trying to deter the stranger from fighting as fighting this being without his minions would be mere suicide.
The glowing eyes followed the strange man, watching closely for any sudden movements which would allow the Overlord to use this insignificant lady as a meat shield. However, his pathing seemed to note that a fight wouldn’t insue, but he was walking over to one of the corpses on the floor. What was he going to do with them? Eating them was an option, seeing Melvin eat all of that meat during battle was an abhorrent strategy for fighting, though it may have made him stronger, it just made it easier to pop him like the zit. The stranger sooned moved something rather than his legs, the Overlord shifted only slightly, the armor shifting across each other, the mace scraping against his shoulder, and his slitted eyes giving a more dangerous look. Ready to slam his mace into DIO’s face and make his escape into the city, once again, the pathing of his hands and arms seemed to go another direction rather than the most obvious. DIO seemed to damage himself, lightly plucking at his skins causing blood to slip out of his body. Did this man fight with his blood? The Overlord soon noticed that the blood was actually going into the body of one of the corpses. The mighty steel man pondered, what was going to happen.
His question was answered as the corpse seemed to greedily drink the corpse, the pale body’s wounds started to disappear, the flesh mending itself in a magical manner. Strange, the Overlord thought that only the blood pools in the old world could do that, did this man somehow infuse his blood with that of his own? Though, the blood pool couldn’t revive the dead, only mend the most fatal of wounds. What was this creature?
Deep in thought, trying to discover what kind of creature the Overlord was dealing with, he didn’t notice the twitch of life that was coming back to the body. Though, he did notice when DIO helped up the monster to its feet which made the Overlord glare at DIO, succubus? Is this some new type of demon? Only they could revive the dead in such a manner, and not even in the same purity of the corpse. They only revived as zombies, lifeless, rotten, and simple minded creatures. What kind of magic did this creature have left in him? The Overlord, not betraying his posture still looked at the stranger with genuine interest. This could possibly be the new Overlord if handled properly, the magic that he possess, the sheer intimidating presence, and that evil aura. The Overlord wondered, if he was his replacement in the future, how long shall he last? The Overlord shooed that thought away, he is the Overlord, he shall overcome any obstacle in his reign, and it seemed that this man was the biggest obstacle yet, the Overlord needed to be warey of his being.
The Overlord was tasked with two things, allow this being to join his rule, or dismiss him to be the biggest enemy he has ever faced. It was a challenging task, if was in full power, he could possibly take down this foe, but without his mob, he was severally weakened. So, with careful consideration, the Overlord looked at the fellow and nodded to this plan. The Overlord right after, could sense something sinister force, even on the verge of overwhelming the cladded iron man. However, he shall stay strong, as he is the Overlord, he shall never falter in his reign.
Krieg had managed to stand on his own two feet, climbing a vertical wall with only a shoddy axe and strength was something that would tire almost any out. He greedily sucked in the clean air, trying to get his breath to stabilize as his eyes scanned his opponent. He looked strong, or at least produced the aura of being strong as he stood silently with his lamppost. Krieg smiled with an almost sinister aura, fighting was in his blood, there was most likely combined with other people’s blood, but their blood also had the fighting spirit within them. His grip of his buzz-axe tightened as the strong man seemed to show off his ability with the bizarre weapon. “Do not engage, I repeat do not engage. I swear, if you start swinging that thing witho-”
The voice in Krieg’s head was interrupted, it was interrupted with a speech that got Krieg even more eager to battle. “Yeeeeeeeeeeeeesss, AGAIN!” Krieg screamed out, his body rearing to get into another scrap to the death. The voice on the other hand could see where this was going, and he couldn’t stop Krieg with all of this taunting. It paused for a few seconds, trying to think of an idea to not let Krieg kill this man, and a brilliant idea entered Krieg’s mind.
“Don’t kill them, this is duel. This is just for fun, for fun…”
Krieg didn’t react to his statement, did he listen? The voice in his head started to worry, he just needed to be on his toes to stop this fight from getting too violent to cause either death or harm on the onlookers. The Psycho on the other hand drooled in anticipation, a tiny countdown inside of his head counting down.
Five… Four… Three… Two… One…“Bring it ON”Krieg’s eyes shined with blood fury, and he laughed inside of a frightening manner as he activated his Buzz Axe Rampage.
“This is gonna get ugly…”
“YESYESYESYES!!!”
Krieg, with much anticipation, ran with amazing speed towards Jax. As his feet hit the ground, the rhythmic beat starting to get into the psycho, he laughed once again before chucking his buzz-axe straight at his opponent. The rusted weapon aiming true to the man, and though one may think he had just lost his most precious weapon. Another buzz-axe digistructed right into his hands. “BLOOOOODDDD!” With every step, he threw another buzz-axe towards Jax, and another, and another, and another until it looked like a hurricane of blades were after his opponent. Krieg didn’t stop the momentum, it was just getting faster and faster as he started to get closer and closer. Krieg was just waiting for the right moment, his legs bending just in the perfect angle… And… JUMP!
The Psycho flew high into the air, his buzz-axe aiming for the shoulder, a non-lethal spot if you didn’t get too deep, but that was all that the voice could do to help this man. Krieg continued to scream as he descended before Jax, his strategy in any fight was to fight like he was going to die at any moment, and most of the time everyone on Pandora fought in a similar way.
