Fantasy Tales of Ristafel

[Xenonia]

Emerald looked a bit flustered. Ajax's compliment was confusing to her, though not unwelcome. "I... Thank you?" She was truly thrown off balance by the seemingly out of nowhere approval. She turned to hear Vallen's words, and her heart sank just a little bit more. "I guess we should get going soon. I... I don't want to be too late." She hurried over to Laria, trying to hide the tears that were starting to form again.

 

[ComradeSenpai]

"Hm.... This is a good plan. Kyouko can haul a decent amount of weight." Hachi explained, petting the hornet's antennae.


"And then we can distribute bags to carry upon my return. Kyouko can fly much faster than you can run, so...." the samurai paused for extra emphasis, "don't bother waiting for me. I'll find you."


With a bow to the librarian, the samurai mounted his mount. Kyouko's wings flapped with an intense buzzing, growing deafeningly loud as her body began to slowly hover in the air. Hachi drew a tachi mounted on her side, and raised it into the air. Well trained ears could hear his voice, yelling something incomprehensible before the hornet rocketed off into the distance, disappearing behind rows of buildings and trees, until even the buzzing was silent.

 

[CallSign]

Lily's torso became a darker shade of pink as the rope swung toward her, hardening the skin until it began to look like scales. The rope made a cracking sound as it smacked ineffectually on the dragon scales Lily had reflexively created to shield herself. However, she only became more confused by the pressmaster's actions against her.


"What right do you have to strike me?" she asked as Ajax approached. "What is all this talk of discipline? I never gave you command over me, Creepy Crawly. The quest I'm to embark on is led by that girl Ajax asked about, not you."


Lily turned to offer the rest of the grasshopper leg to Ajax. "That armored man gave this to me. Said it's some sort of foreign meat like a crab. Also said the shell's inedible, but I didn't find it too bad."

 

[Blumenkranz]

Laria extended her arm in the air as Hachi and Kyouko took air. "H-hey, wait! I have yet to give you some silver!". The girl ran behind him with a small sack on her hands, to no avail. These animals were quite fast.


But the librarian's short attention span was caught by Emerald, who had greeted her from behind. "Oh, hello Emerald! Indeed, we are leaving soon. And do not worry, I am fairly certain we will be back for dinner!", said the archivist with a warm smile on her face. However, her expression soon changed to a troubled one. "Are you feeling alright? You look ill. Would you like to rest a bit before parting?"

 

[MechaGhoul]

"T'girl be under my service. It be a diversion from t'proper seafarin' duties t'crew will be upon. It is an expedition before the real venture t'port." Pressmaster Crawley noted. His eyebrow raised up in an inquisitive fashion. "Pressmaster Crawley. Aaaan- one o'those, well then. Hm. Fun." If Crawley remembered the stories of these creatures, their tender bellies were a weak point. But it just summoned scales there. Though it didn't summon scales...


"Two." He performed a secondary whipping motion, as he attempted to strike upon the sole torso region that appeared to be left unguarded by the scales. He was making sure to check to see if this would lead to a more effective strike.


"This seems like it may have t'potential t'be a suitable endin'."

 

[Xenonia]

"I don't need to rest, but thank you... I'm just.... Laria, has your heart ever hurt?" Emerald looked at Laria, a pained expression taking over her face. "Because my heart is feeling... Funny. Bad funny. It's a horrible, lonely emptiness deep in there and I want it to... I want it to go away." She reached out to hug Laria, seeking comfort however she could. "Please, I just want it to go."

 

[Boomrocker]

"Good! Goooood! You have taken your first step into a larger world, my son!" El Saldo boomed, sounding very very pleased. He started walking, hoping the young monk would follow him. "Once we set out on our journey, then we shall begin your training! You will grow strong, wise, and your challenges will no longer be insurmountable! But you must promise me that you will not stray from the path!"


El Saldo stopped walking and turned to stand directly in front of his new student. His hands landed on the young man's shoulders. "Do you promise? Do you swear never to stray from the path as set out by your new entrenador, El Saldo de Marad?" he questioned in all sincerity.

 

[CallSign]

Lily allowed the second strike to hit without flinching. Finally understanding that the pressmaster wasn't about to let the flogging end until he got some sort of acceptable reaction, she feigned a wince when it struck, though it left no mark on her now-leathery skin. Even in the hands of a master, it would take more than a simple rope to pierce a dragon's skin.


"You satisfied? I'd like to get on the road, if we could. It seems everyone's getting themselves ready, after all." Lily surveyed the others, finding herself possibly proven wrong, as well as noticing Emerald seeking comfort from Laria. "If we're done here, I think I should be of help elsewhere," she said as she moved toward the two.

 

[MechaGhoul]

Pressmaster Crawley kept an apathetic expression on his face, well apathy trying to hide annoyance. He knew of his skill of the flog. But despite this, and the quality of the rope, no mark was left. No true sign of the corporal punishment left. Of course he was striking at a scaled region, but the creature would harden the scales the same no matter what region.


However the beast did wince, but obviously not from pain. Matthew would need to construct a flog with a material capable of lacerating dragon hide. This tomb, hopefully would have such material, besides the link towards his prize. And once he had it, and once the foul beast committed another infraction, a proper starting could be done.


"Two startings be 'nuff. We art naught 'pon thy treacherous seas. T'Code and Ordinances will be explained more once camped after travel on t'road. And I wish to get on wit this mere diversion, 'fore headin', t'proper port." Pressmaster Crawley noted, somewhat miffed.


"Satisfaction will come from a disciplined crew. But thou are not done just yet with thy duties with me self." Crawley sternly stated.


He held out the rope, to return it back to Lily. " 'Tis naught my personal belonging. It be that of t'crew."

 

[Zerohex]

Ajax watched the "flogging" eyebrow cocked, taking the time to toss away the empty jar of honey now that the foreign bug warrior had departed, it was impossible to miss, and putting his robe back on. The time to showcase his body had passed, and truth be told, his loose chiton hid so little of it that the difference was minute. He was greatly amused by the pressmaster's attempts to discipline Amazon Lily and felt the need to comment before going off to talk with the quest runner, taking the grasshopper leg off the woman's hands and taking a bite off it, shell and all.


His mouth, obviously, did not distend and his teeth were just regular, somewhat uneven and yellowish human teeth, but they held together and his jaw put enough pressure to crush the thing just as easily, if not as spectacularly. It was alright. The shell was definitely not supposed to be eaten and did not taste good, but Ajax enjoyed chewing through things like it anyway. He used it as training for his jaw, meant he'd be harder to knock out by hitting him there and he'd have a more dangerous bite, which he was not above using if he ever felt like he needed to.


Still chewing the unidentified foodstuff, not that he would mind if he were told it was a giant bug chunk, he turned to the pressmaster with what might've passed for a serious look if he hadn't been busy stuffing his face. "Lishen t' m' now. Ah ent y'r cru. Filmi? Ahm jest n'yer bot. If'n y' tra ta phlok m', w'gon haff prblm. k?".

 

[CallSign]

Lily accepted her rope from Crawley and slipped it into her bag with a nod. "I guess I'll catch up with you in a bit, then, Crawly." Lily let the flogging drop from her mind as she headed toward Emerald and Laria.


"Is everything okay? You look sort of... sad, to be honest."

 

[Xenonia]

Emerald turned to the dragonkin girl, Lily, and gave a slight smile, before going back into her sad face. "No. I really am not okay, and I need comforting." She felt hopeless. "Please, I just... Could I maybe get a hug?" Her voice sounded strangely desperate. "I'm just... I don't know." She started to calm down. "I would really just... Like a hug." Emerald reached out for Lily awkwardly.

 

[MechaGhoul]

And so the rope was returned. Matthew would make sure to explain the codes and regulations in a clear and concise manner to the crew. However, the insolence from the monster took a back-seat to a different event. It was the sound of dialogue muffled from a full maw. Pressmaster Crawley glanced towards the sound of it, before whispering towards the direction of Beltway.


"Och, good sir, didya fully catch what t'man said?"


Pressmaster Crawley after speaking that piece glanced at the hulking behemoth that was Ajax. "Och oi, lad. Y'need t'speak wit' a mouth clear. Caught bits methinks, bu' speak of it 'gain."

 

[CallSign]

"Of course you may," crooned the Dragonkin softly as she took Emerald into her arms. She had seen many of her colleagues in similar situations over her years of adventuring, though she had never personally been the one to provide comfort. As such, she mimicked what she had seen others do and hoped for the best. "Just let it out, fair lady, let it all out, and tell me what's wrong..." Lily mentally noted to ask for the Etherborn's name afterward.

 

[DrBones]

Beltway nodded smugly. Many years working as a bard had taught him to read lips, body language, and slurring of any kind.


"Indeed I have, o captain. He says he belongeth naught to any crew, ours or others. Rather, he is but a passenger 'pon thine vessel. And, indeed, an attempt at flogging wouldst result in violent rebuke. 'tis a man of evil stench and scant discipline, o captain."





A pressing matter came to Beltway's attention. He rather irritably placed his hand, palm-out and up, in front of the belt still in Pressmaster Crawley's clutches. As he spoke, he beckoned to Crawley meaningfully.


"All matters aside, thou art still the owner of mine belt. Prithee return it to me, so that mine modesty wouldst remain true."

 

[Darksoul180]

Gustav was standing on the outer ring of the group of people, by himself, not close enough to hear everything, but he heard bits and peaices, such as the discipline actions, and a loud buzzing. Gustav was looking away into the wilderness. Gustav toke a moment to say a quick prayer to his Goddess. As he knelt down on the ground, making sure his hood was down, and his robe was in shape. His knees dug into the ground, and he sat upon his heels, and put his hands together, as two open palms, facing up. He toke a deep breath, and then looked up, eyes closed.


"Oh, Goddess Crea, please let our group have a safe journey and let us all gain much riches, strength, prestige, and grow closer together as a group. I pray that Sir Ajax will open up to the group, and let me show him the great powers you behold. Oh, Crea, you love is true, and your creations beautiful. Lend me your power, more so for this adventure than in the past. I have a great feeling of dread for what may come, and i wish to show my new friends the great power you can bring. Let my teaches and beliefs help with our upcoming travel, and i pray that i can stop as much violence as i can. In Crea's Great presence, I love thee, and let thy dreams be true!"





Gustav felt empowered as he opened his eyes, and looked around. The world looked even more beautiful than before. The priest turned around, and looked over at his fellow adventurers. He was still knelling on the ground, and he started to wispier some words of Crea's scripture to himself. He began a very simple Dream-Scape. Lifting his hands slowly, the earth beneath him began to rise with his hands. He started to stand, slowly raising his hands to the sky. As he arose on a small platform enough to hold just him. He rose about 10 feet into the air, and he was now over looking the Tavern and his friends. He let his hands stay in the air, as he looked at them, a great grin plastered to the Priests face. A very small display of his powers. He then started to speak in a voice, a voice loud enough to echo, but not screaming.


"My friends! I don't mean to be an annoyance but I can see not much has been progressed in our leaving. Now fellow adventurers, don't we all have a date with a mysterious tomb?"


The preist shouted this, as he began to wave his arms direction behind him. Out of the village, and on the path on the way out of town.

 

[Nautilus]

Hadi liked to think of himself as a patient man. A tolerant man. A man who understood that different people had different customs, and that the easiest thing in life to do was to understand that, maybe give a strongly-worded criticism, and then move on. Hadi's patience, though, was wearing thin. Never before had he seen such a smug, sanctimonious, and just plain unlikable person, one who squandered their skills on parlor tricks in an attempt to dazzle people who saw the impossible happen before their eyes on a daily basis. Only the greenest and stupidest of adventurers would be impressed with such a shoddy "miracle", if one could even call it that.


"I am very sorry, sir-", Hadi said, crossing his arms and fixing Gustav with the dull, unflinching gaze of a man thoroughly unimpressed, "-But I refuse to work with children."

 

[Boomrocker]

El Saldo winced, his ears ringing from yet another bombastic proclamation not his own. "Ay dios mio, again with the noise," he muttered, then returned his gaze to his student. One of El Saldo's hands came down from the taller man's shoulder and he gently poked him in the chest with his index finger. "Hold a moment and remember what I have said. I must instruct another man on wisdom. Pay close attention."


El Saldo was a kind man. An even-tempered man. And while he also considered himself a very patient man, having to micromanage his new student and an over-zealous priest was beginning to get to him. He had already told the priest to be frugal with his ability, and to be so plainly ignored on a matter of grave importance, well, there were few things that would outright anger El Saldo de Marad, and this was one of them.


He let go of his new student's other shoulder and began a brisk walk back. He loosened the traditional strip of blue cloth, elegantly tied, around his neck so he could breathe easier. His religious symbol hung around his neck, jingling and shining in the sun. He eased himself out of his jacket and let the cool air seep through his white shirt. He gently folded the jacket while walking, stopped, turned, and placed it gently next to the Pressmaster and his entourage. "Un momento, por favor. We will accompany you in a moment. First, there is business to be addressed."


Two steps later, he was near the base of the pillar. "PRIEST!" he roared. "I have instructed you not to be CARELESS with your ABILITIES!" His voice was not backed by any sort of magic. He was just really bloody loud. "I spend time with you to play the peacemaker but you demonstrate a chronic addiction to being reduced to CONSISTENCY of GAZPACHO!"


And he leapt.


Despite El Saldo's small size, his legs were the legs of a man forty years younger. He was able to leap almost to the top of the pillar, and his leg was extended to the side. With a mighty WHUMPH! the leg connected and, backed by the Marad Arts, sheared straight through the pillar like a blade. The shock of the impact sent cracks through the pillar and debris flew everywhere, causing the pillar to begin crumbling violently. El Saldo was unimpeded. He followed through, landing solidly on the ground at the other end with neither wrinkle nor speck of dust present on his fine pant legs and shoes.


The pillar was now collapsing extremely rapidly, falling into dozens of pieces. It was up to the priest to figure out how to get out of it.

 

[Darksoul180]

The priest eyed the man apologizing to him. Giving him a confused look, as he glanced around looking for the child he speaks of. Then his other religious friend El Saldo, came over and started to get rather loud, and showed a magnificent jumping skill, and attacked the pillar Gustav was perched upon.


Gustav was surprised at his new religious friend taking such action upon him. His face was shocked, and his balance was uneven now that his newly created structure was now toppling over. The priest was not about to fall into the shambles of his pillar, Gustav toke a deep breath, and leaped from the crumbling top. His balance issue made his jump a bit crooked, although, being a man of travel and nature, he was used to falling out of high places, and finding himself in situations where he must avoid injury on landscape. The priest began to tuck into a ball, and as he hit the ground, he rolled with the fall, disturbing the point impact throughout his body, it was hardly anything. Immediately standing up from his roll, he turned to face El Saldo. With his shocked expression, he turned to the man. Gustav, who was always a jubilant man, was not used to such acts of aggression towards him. Gustav had been part of his fair share of fights and tussles over small disputes. Although, this group was different. It seemed as if every move the Priest made lead him into yet another controversy with another new friend. The priest was starting to feel as if his ways were not for this group of people. Although, he liked the new challenge, and knew that Crea put him with these people to challenge him. To strengthen his beliefs, and make him become even better at spreading the word of Crea to the such of people as the once he is finding himself around today. The thought of Crea trusting him with such a large task made him smile once again, but this time, it was a smile of glory. He knew he was blessed to be with these people, to teach them of Crea's dream for all!


"Now now El Saldo, i was not attempting to show off, i was merely attempting to gather everyone's attention to get this show on the road! That was no reason to knock my platform over, placing my safety as well as others in danger! What if someone had gotten hurt by your maneuver! Surly a religious man such as yourself would not want that! Religion is supposed to spread the idea of peace and harmony friend!"





Gustav announced in a loud tone to match El Saldo's tone. Almost straining his vocal cords. The Priest was a loud jolly man, but never used his whole voice like this for long periods of time.


"Surley you should know if my intent was to show off, i can assure you, that pillar was a very very poor display! Trust me El Saldo, there will be much much more in store!"





The priest added, while pointing at El Saldo, and gesturing in the air, as if saying "much larger and more powerful". Gustav stopped having to catch his breath now from the jump and all the loud mouthing.

 

[Zerohex]

Ajax raised a finger to ask for a moment, turned his head left and right, then finally decided on a spot to go spit out the bite he'd taken, a nearby bush. Sure, he could bite through the shell and chew it and it was good for him in a way, but it just didn't taste well. He'd worry about jaw training later. While the bard translated his slurred speech, he quickly skipped over to the plant and unloaded the contents of his mouth, expelling a most foul mush equal parts meat and grounded husk. Spitting once more for good measure, he trotted over to the pressmaster.


"Right. Don't talk to me about discipline or command. I can be reasonable, give you a hand if you need it, but if you try to whip me or order me around I'm going to sink the boat. I respect your ways, you got balls, so be nice to me and I'll be nice to you. We good?". Before him, the sailor or the bard could go on, however, the priest did a thing. The goddamn priest. Him and every other mage, always trying to prove themselves better than everyone else, trying to take a cheap way of standing over others, tell them what to do without earning it.


Someone who took the time and effort to erect a podium or a similar construction with nothing but his hands, some tools and the sweat off his brow deserved some praise. Someone who just sat down, closed his eyes, muttered some shit and had whatever he wanted handed to him in a silver platter didn't deserve jack. How much did this guy suffer for it? Did he train himself for years on end, push his limits every day, make himself better through blood, sweat and tears? No, he just waved his hands around and literally put himself on a pedestal. And he dared to give Ajax crap.


Ajax started to crack his knuckles, a nasty smile on his face. Any idiot could see that he intended to knock Gustav down a peg or two, so to speak, and violently. Before he could actually do so, however, the guy that'd spent a considerable amount of effort keeping Fancypants Magichands safe took matters into his own hands. Or his feet, rather, as he jumped a good 8 or 9 feet from a standing start before kicking the pillar apart. It was a good, clean blow, a tad too flashy for Ajax's tastes but the man's leg went right through the stone not unlike Ajax's would've.


Ajax also noticed that Hadi had walked up to the pillar before and expressed his dissatisfaction, not very loudly or effectively but the man's disgust was palpable and Ajax liked the guy. He had the look of a hunter to him, someone serious and reliable, not to mention he had seemed prepare to put that bloody deer in its place. "Fuck yea these are the kinda people I want on my side. Anyone who doesn't like that guy can't be all bad!" he said in a joyous tone to the pressmaster and the bard as he approached the shattered remains of the pillar, laughing all the way.


"Wahahahaha! You got him good, guy! So priest, I've seen your goddess' mojo and lemme tell ya, I'm not impressed! Nice kick bro, whatever your name is!". He gave El Saldo a thumbs up. "Dunno why you're wasting your time with Fancypants Magichands and his bullshit but yer alright in my book now. And you", he gave Hadi a friendly slap in the back, "come on Hadji, speak up, tell him he's a moron. I got your back, bro. Don't let him give you any shit just 'cause he's a priest, guys like this are the worst".

 

[Darksoul180]

Something inside of Gustav started to snap. His smile and well joyful demeanor was starting to crumble. All that Gustav was had been spit on, mocked at, and outright he was being treated rude. The mixture of the Pervy Samurai's disrespect, Ajax's harmful and very violent ways, and outright no consideration of peace and love, and now a fellow religion speaker, taking himself to be the master of the Priest. Not to mention him getting knocked out and called a pervert. Or rather "Prie-vert", when all he was trying to do was help? Gustav has had enough with it, and trying to keep a level head. They had wanted him to crack, they pushed and pushed when all the Priest had wanted was to go on the journey as friends. Gustav looked up from his heavy breathing, his smile gone, it was now a stern stare. Directed right towards Ajax, the colossal behemoth of a man. Gustav opened his mouth, and his voice was now erupting, louder than he has ever been, anger has taken over, which did not happen to Gustav except in very certain situations.


"Alright Sir Ajax, I believe this time you, and the rest of this rowdy crew have stepped over the line. I come baring only happiness and kind words, only to have hate and violence thrown at me. You believe me to be a puny weak man right? Well you Goliath, I will have you know that I do not fear you. You are but a larger and stronger man, with a strong will power. Though i have something you do not. Faith!"


Gustav started to complain, The Priest started to stomp over towards the beast of a man, and he was raising his hands with each stomp, creating a small staircase to get eye level with the man beast.


"You make a mockery of everyone you think to be weaker than you, you do not hold any faith, you think my faith, and the Goddess Crea to be weakness. Laughing at me at every turn. Yes, my title is a Priest, I have claimed many people under my wing, caring for all in my sights. Including you. Although i know when i must stand up to, a lack for a better terms, a big bully!"





The Priest approached, the ground he raised up to the man, he was now eye level with. Gustav began to get closer, and closer, about to press his face ageist the behemoth of a man's dirty grim and ugly face. While pulling out his dreamstone book form his satchel.


"If it is a fight you want, if you must solve everything with violence, and unkind words then i will go by the way you do things, this once. I allow you to throw the first punch, not the third or fourth. The first! Now go ahead with your violent ways! Break me in half Sir Ajax. Show me how strong you are!"





The Priest was ever closer to the man, his face stern and angry, his eyebrows looked odd being in such an angered state. He was approching in his own form of a battle stance. The stance he invented for himself, to allow quick dodging, and return hits with his book in places that would either annoy, or disable his opponent. Knowing fully well he could not take down such a man with brute strength alone, but Gustav had a plan.

 

[Boomrocker]

El Saldo opened his mouth to chastise, his fiery temper abating, but could not. The man mountain had spoken, and then the priest declared a challenge to the mountain man. He closed his mouth and watched the impending altercation. There was no use trying to father the man now. He had made his decision. "Go and fight, then, if you so believe in your cause," he said quietly to no one in particular. "Marad understands."


The old pagan pilgrim walked back towards the Pressmaster and retrieved his jacket, then moved next to the desert bandit, the one that had called the priest a child. "Humility is always a key virtue for any religious man. We and our gods are not greater, but instead in balance with the world. I understand that my temper is fiery, but when one lords themselves over others and puts themselves on such a pedestal, it angers me so, yes?" he said, not really caring if the desert man was listening. He sounded a little saddened by this turn of events. But there was still hope. He glanced at his student, the young monk, and beckoned him closer. Who knows whether the monk would follow or not.

 

[spandez]

"Oh come off it, you sanctimonious jackass."


The quiet monk spoke up, finally standing and tossing his salad over his shoulder before moving over, picking up a chunk of the pillar... and crushing it in his hands before dropping it back into the hole. He then returned his disapproving gaze to the priest of Crea.


"You LITERALLY place yourself on a pedestal and use it to talk down to others. Speaking of your bond with your heathen goddess as if it elevates you above your fellow man. Using powers you claim come from a goddess to act as a showman... disgraceful. And when someone showed that, yes, the pillar you raised by magic that is hardly the domain of a priest is breakable, you proceeded to threaten a man who could probably break your spine with a thought, whose only crime is being unpleasant company," the monk said, turning to Ajax, "No offense. But..." the monk turned back to the priest.


"If you wish to prove your strength, that is one thing. But if you wish to claim to be a pacifist, then resort to violence at the first opportunity, then I'm amazed you haven't been kicked from the clergy."

 

[Nautilus]

"I am well aware, pillar-kicking-man", Hadi said quietly to Marad, "I do not often think myself a violent man, but I've a mind to give this child the attention he so craves. He thinks himself a leader of men, but none here have asked him for guidance. Still, he insults us with cheap parlor tricks like-", he looked over, to see Marad had left, "-ah. Perhaps I must take a bath soon?"

 

[Zerohex]

Ajax let the priest say all he wanted to say, because when you're as strong as him you don't really need sucker punches. Not to mention it just amused him. As the man did his thing, Ajax pried apart the giant locust leg and feasted on its insides, making very loud and completely unnecessary slurping noises. He was still listening, but he sure as hell didn't look like it. Even when Gustav came face to face with him, Ajax kept on eating. When the man was finally done with his spiel, Ajax wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and tossed the now empty shell away.


"See this is why people don't like you. You just made, what, like a 4 inch stairway with a god's powers? If I punched a hole under someone's feet because they're taller than me you'd be talkin shit about it. You think your faith should let you stand above others like I do, but I built my fucking pedestal. It's carved all over my body, nobody gave me shit, I didn't take the pussy way out. No magic words for me. This", he flexed his right arm, the bicep bulging and hardening into a rock-like mass, veins popping all over, "is my faith. Tried and tested, every day".


Ajax stood at shoulder width, tall as he was, and threw his arms to the sides, hands not clenched into fists but held open and relaxed. It wasn't a fighting pose, he had no guard and was completely open in every way, anyone who knew anything about fighting could tell. His face, his organs, every weak spot exposed. He still managed to be oddly intimidating, an animal displaying his size and power. And his face, twisted into a monstrous snarl, was nothing short of horrifying. It invited attacking, a reflexive action to defend yourself because if he got the initiative, you'd be dead.


"Come on priest, lets match faiths eh? Don't hold back, gimme everything you have, show me just how powerful Crea is compared to me. I'll be nice, you can go first, if you need time to pray to do anything worthwhile I can wait, I don't need to ask anyone for help in a fight".