Post by vastrix on Jun 1, 2023 22:43:08 GMT -5
“A Warrior.”
Armand von Krauss stands upon the top deck of his airship, looking down at the English landscape below. He smiles as he lights a fresh Egyptian cigarette and takes a nice, long drag from it before blowing the smoke into the air.
Armand von Krauss: Eron Hunter. You claim to be a warrior. You claim to be a legend. You are trained in the fighting arts, but are just a child where it concerns me. I am a warrior. I am a legend. I am he who myths and legends of the Roman Empire are built upon. It was I who slew Romulus when sacking on the precious cities of his empire. It was I who led the battle to sack the town that would one day become Cologne, Germany.
Armand flicks ashes into the air, the ashes being borne away by the wind into the air.
Armand von Krauss: You bear the burden in thinking that this is “just a sport”. That losing against me won’t potentially cost you your career or life. You feel safe in your knowledge of the Schwächling-Kampfkünste and expect that these arts will protect you in the ring. I was sliding a sword through the guts of Romans long before your ancestors were born. I have converted my fighting art to match your pathetic attempts at apeing the true fighting arts. I am punching down and not into the wind. I could murder you in the middle of the ring in a heartbeat with my bare hands, but where would be the fun in that? Hmm?
Armand flicks his cigarette butt off of the side of the airship where hopefully it will burn itself out before landing on the dry grasslands below. He lights another Egyptian cigarette, taking a drag from it and blowing the smoke into the air as one would if he was a dragon in human form.
Armand von Krauss: I will enjoy taking you apart a piece at a time in the middle of the ring. I will show you the legend that I am. I will show the world the Donzig that I am. I am the leader of Armand-gun and nothing will take that away from me!
Armand grins as he flicks his ashes into the air.
Armand von Krauss: You think that the world will seek to destroy me for my wrongdoings. Have you seen Cabin in the Woods? What I do to the world is the lesser evil of what could happen to the world. Innocents die so that the world might live on in blissful ignorance of what desires to destroy…everything.
Victoria DiScorpio walks out from down below in a slinky and yet expensive nightgown that obviously belongs to Esmeralda von Krauss. She walks up to stand behind Armand and presses her body against his back as she wraps her arms around him.
Victoria DiScorpio: Come to bed, Armand. I’m feeling like going another round. Perhaps you could give me what your wife obviously cannot give you.
Armand flicks the rest of his burning cigarette away, unfinished. He grabs her by the wrist and spins her around to the front of him where he kisses her passionately as he dips her. Once they are both standing up, she begins to lead him below deck toward where their bedroom suite is.
Armand von Krauss: Eron Hunter…round one is where you make your stop. Next thing you know, you’ll be opening up the show in the dark where you belong.
Armand goes through the door to below deck, closing it behind him.
Armand von Krauss stands upon the top deck of his airship, looking down at the English landscape below. He smiles as he lights a fresh Egyptian cigarette and takes a nice, long drag from it before blowing the smoke into the air.
Armand von Krauss: Eron Hunter. You claim to be a warrior. You claim to be a legend. You are trained in the fighting arts, but are just a child where it concerns me. I am a warrior. I am a legend. I am he who myths and legends of the Roman Empire are built upon. It was I who slew Romulus when sacking on the precious cities of his empire. It was I who led the battle to sack the town that would one day become Cologne, Germany.
Armand flicks ashes into the air, the ashes being borne away by the wind into the air.
Armand von Krauss: You bear the burden in thinking that this is “just a sport”. That losing against me won’t potentially cost you your career or life. You feel safe in your knowledge of the Schwächling-Kampfkünste and expect that these arts will protect you in the ring. I was sliding a sword through the guts of Romans long before your ancestors were born. I have converted my fighting art to match your pathetic attempts at apeing the true fighting arts. I am punching down and not into the wind. I could murder you in the middle of the ring in a heartbeat with my bare hands, but where would be the fun in that? Hmm?
Armand flicks his cigarette butt off of the side of the airship where hopefully it will burn itself out before landing on the dry grasslands below. He lights another Egyptian cigarette, taking a drag from it and blowing the smoke into the air as one would if he was a dragon in human form.
Armand von Krauss: I will enjoy taking you apart a piece at a time in the middle of the ring. I will show you the legend that I am. I will show the world the Donzig that I am. I am the leader of Armand-gun and nothing will take that away from me!
Armand grins as he flicks his ashes into the air.
Armand von Krauss: You think that the world will seek to destroy me for my wrongdoings. Have you seen Cabin in the Woods? What I do to the world is the lesser evil of what could happen to the world. Innocents die so that the world might live on in blissful ignorance of what desires to destroy…everything.
Victoria DiScorpio walks out from down below in a slinky and yet expensive nightgown that obviously belongs to Esmeralda von Krauss. She walks up to stand behind Armand and presses her body against his back as she wraps her arms around him.
Victoria DiScorpio: Come to bed, Armand. I’m feeling like going another round. Perhaps you could give me what your wife obviously cannot give you.
Armand flicks the rest of his burning cigarette away, unfinished. He grabs her by the wrist and spins her around to the front of him where he kisses her passionately as he dips her. Once they are both standing up, she begins to lead him below deck toward where their bedroom suite is.
Armand von Krauss: Eron Hunter…round one is where you make your stop. Next thing you know, you’ll be opening up the show in the dark where you belong.
Armand goes through the door to below deck, closing it behind him.
