Post by vastrix on May 21, 2022 23:28:18 GMT -5
Armand von Krauss sits in his Observation Deck in an easy chair. He has a mead in a drinking horn that sits on a stand on a table while he smokes his Egyptian cigarette. Tarrasque is standing with his face pressed in the for window to look out at the ground of where they are heading to. Leeds. He is eating from what appears to be a bucket of crawdads. He rips open each one, sucks out the head cavity and then eats the tail meat before tossing the shells onto the floor.
Armand just flicks ashes onto the floor with a chuckle.
Armand von Krauss: It amuses me so that you have no fear of myself and my beast. It amuses me that you think that you have battled as gladiators in your lord’s pits that it really makes you fearless. You are unafraid of having your blood spilled. You are unafraid of Tarrasque devouring your weakness. What the people who know call this is sheer ignorance. Is the ant unafraid of the anteater? Sure, he might be unafraid in the face of danger, but that does not make him any less devoured. You are like the fool who jumps out of an airplane with a school backpack instead of the parachute. You are unafraid, but when you go to pull the ripcord. You will know that death comes.
Armand flicks more ashes onto the floor and takes a sip of his mead while he watches Tarrasque happily eating the crawdads. The drug in his system that works to keep him pliable working well.
Armand von Krauss: Niko, Kono. You little Möchtegern should know your role. In the realm of this play fighting, or these Schwächling Kampfkünste, we are the anteater and you are the ants. You can bite if you want, but you will be devoured whole.
Armand just smiles cruelly as he flicks his cigarette butt and it flies across the room and into Tarrasque’s bucket of crawdads. He picks it out and throws it onto the floor without a second thought.
Armand von Krauss: If Time Travelers you be, you should be able to go ahead just enough in time for a brief moment to see how we dominate you in the ring. How we crush your spirits so badly that you call me master instead of your time flung Emperor.
Armand lights another Egyptian cigarette, breathing in the smoke and exhaling with a satisfied laugh.
Armand von Krauss: Think of what I have been able to do with the beast, Niko and Kono. He is as he was thirty years ago. I have transformed him into a beast who will go to any lengths to destroy his opponents. His weak opponents.
Armand drains his drinking horn of mead and sets the horn back in its stand.
Armand von Krauss: Just look at it this way. Pain is but weakness leaving the body. You might be but small fries when we are finished with you, but we will devour the weakness glaring within you both. And if you want a real treat…go back in time a few years to MY past. Go back to the times of the Krimson Kharnival and your weakness will become so glaring that even you see it when my champions tear you apart.
We will see you at Leeds, Niko, Kono. We will come hungry…
Armand just flicks ashes onto the floor with a chuckle.
Armand von Krauss: It amuses me so that you have no fear of myself and my beast. It amuses me that you think that you have battled as gladiators in your lord’s pits that it really makes you fearless. You are unafraid of having your blood spilled. You are unafraid of Tarrasque devouring your weakness. What the people who know call this is sheer ignorance. Is the ant unafraid of the anteater? Sure, he might be unafraid in the face of danger, but that does not make him any less devoured. You are like the fool who jumps out of an airplane with a school backpack instead of the parachute. You are unafraid, but when you go to pull the ripcord. You will know that death comes.
Armand flicks more ashes onto the floor and takes a sip of his mead while he watches Tarrasque happily eating the crawdads. The drug in his system that works to keep him pliable working well.
Armand von Krauss: Niko, Kono. You little Möchtegern should know your role. In the realm of this play fighting, or these Schwächling Kampfkünste, we are the anteater and you are the ants. You can bite if you want, but you will be devoured whole.
Armand just smiles cruelly as he flicks his cigarette butt and it flies across the room and into Tarrasque’s bucket of crawdads. He picks it out and throws it onto the floor without a second thought.
Armand von Krauss: If Time Travelers you be, you should be able to go ahead just enough in time for a brief moment to see how we dominate you in the ring. How we crush your spirits so badly that you call me master instead of your time flung Emperor.
Armand lights another Egyptian cigarette, breathing in the smoke and exhaling with a satisfied laugh.
Armand von Krauss: Think of what I have been able to do with the beast, Niko and Kono. He is as he was thirty years ago. I have transformed him into a beast who will go to any lengths to destroy his opponents. His weak opponents.
Armand drains his drinking horn of mead and sets the horn back in its stand.
Armand von Krauss: Just look at it this way. Pain is but weakness leaving the body. You might be but small fries when we are finished with you, but we will devour the weakness glaring within you both. And if you want a real treat…go back in time a few years to MY past. Go back to the times of the Krimson Kharnival and your weakness will become so glaring that even you see it when my champions tear you apart.
We will see you at Leeds, Niko, Kono. We will come hungry…
