Do Not Provoke The Bear. (Supremacy X*Crown #1)
Jan 11, 2024 22:56:12 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Dave D-Flipz, and 3 more like this
Post by ulvendagoth on Jan 11, 2024 22:56:12 GMT -5
But Mother, I could not defeat Duncan…
Andrej winced even as he said the words, looking down at his physically diminutive mother. Though, to judge her merely by her height and size would be a grave mistake. She bowed up, quickly speaking up in their native tongue.
And? I do not see a Duncan in this match! Jack, Muninn bless him; he not only helped you come back but is going to pay for your way back to compete! You know you want this fight as much as we want you to succeed!
Andrej kept squatting the massive tree trunk he had over his shoulders, not even sweating yet but still dutifully nodding to her words. In truth, he did want to go back and fight. He loved any fight, but in that ring he had found something he loved even more, a worthy challenge. So he missed the wrestling world already but...
But what about…?
Before he could even say it, a massive hand tapped him on the head. He looked back to where his father, a man just as large as him, reclined on top of the massive log. Looking at his dad, you could easily see where he got his size from, though the sheer strength of will and fiery hair came from his mother’s side.
You know that I am healed! Or at least enough to keep up with your mother’s demands.
A grin much like his son’s brightened up his face before a snowball pelted him right in the face, expertly thrown by his mom.
I should skin you for giving us all such a scare! But the Gods decided you should stay on this side of the Veil, and truthfully, I am thankful despite your antics.
Andrej nods, still easily working out with the massive trunk. His father rolls off as he cleans the snow from his face, laughing heartily. Andrej shifts his grip, starting to curl the wooden beam.
Ah, but the help that Jack man gave us was needed! Don’t you see, son? That is another reason you MUST go back! We owe him! I will not have it said that my son doesn’t pay back his debts.
Andrej sighs and drops the trunk, making the little dog that stayed with him always jump slightly and bark at it.
You are right, both of you. I just did not wish to leave so soon. By the Raven, I missed you both terribly. And when I heard that you were sick, Father, I was beside myself with worry! What if something worse happens this time? What will you both do without me?
Andrej’s father puts a hand on his shoulder, smiling at his son as he does.
Well, I hope the Snake is done with me for a little while, at least. But if something happens, then it is Muninn's will. You must do this, son. Otherwise you will regret it and question for the rest of your days.
Andrej nods once more, then smiles as he looks over at his mother and father, little Fenrir hopping around their feet.
Well, then, I suppose I should train! Tell me… Do we have anything heavier than this twig?
He gestures at the trunk, all three of them laughing happily as the scene fades.
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The sounds of a snowstorm and a fire both compete to be heard as the scene fades in to show Andrej sitting on the edge of a fur covered bed. The little pup, Little Fenrir, is asleep in the furs as Andrej smiles up into the camera.
Ah! It is good to speak to you all again. It seems the Raven wasn’t quite ready to take me out of your world. I know I was the runner up in the battle royal and earned this, but… I would have given it up if my family would have needed me. But I suppose none of you were lucky enough to avoid me!
He laughs heartily as he shakes his head, making his gesture to honor the Raven as he calms down… fingers to lips, then out like a raven’s wings.
I am not as vain as that, but I’ve been told of my strength so often that it’s hard to think that at least one of you would have preferred I stayed in my village instead of getting into that complex with you. That way, you could avoid the Cabar Toss, or the Asgeir Devastation. Though, I am curious if I can just toss one of you through the cell itself.
Andrej leans back, looking thoughtful as he does. One hand comes up to slowly scratch his beard, his eyes drifting over to the fire as he pictures the match ahead.
So many of you I haven’t heard a thing about. I am sorry that I have such limited resources to find out more about you while I am here. Once I return, I will be sure to look into you all and plan better. For now, I will just keep training and fighting. It seems to have worked out well so far.
He pauses again, smiling happily as he thinks more about the actual fight, the struggle, and the honor on offer.
Do you think this will be enough to get us to the Raven’s side? To earn our place in the afterlife? In the eternal battle? I certainly hope so, my new friends. I will fight like it is my last. I will fight like the Gods themselves are watching and judging my worth. It is the only real way that I can approach this. Does it mean that much to all of you? Is it just a belt, or is it a chance to truly prove yourself?
Andrej looks into the camera again, his eyes reflecting the fire and amplifying it through the inner drive and fire he holds within. The light seems to make his hair and beard even look aflame—a fiery avatar of war.
For me, it is a chance to reach a place similar to Valhalla. It is a chance to not only prove my own worth but also my family’s. Any of you who are just fighting for the title or because it’s your job to, you should run now. I will have no mercy on any of you who stand in my way, and I’d hate to sully the fight by breaking a coward.
Andrej looks down at his hands, exhaling before making massive fists seemingly hewn from the earth itself.
In the past, against Duncan, I may have held back subconsciously because he was a friend… a comrade. I can not afford to do that anymore. Perhaps I shouldn’t learn about your struggles and battles. That way, you are just bodies between me and the glory… You are just men that I must fight and break, and enjoy doing so. If it comes to that, I will say that I am sorry… while I can.
Andrej exhales again and opens his fists, the light making his fingers look like claws as it flickers and warps.
I will be a true berserker if I choose that path. I will have no mercy, no restraint, and no regret. Pray, to whatever God or deity you wish, that I decide to let sleeping bears lie. For if I awaken it, I can not and will not be able to control what happens to you.
He tilts his head, watching the shadows dance and weave before continuing.
“Why now?” I hear you asking. What could prompt me to fight like this? Because the X*Crown is worth it. Even above this match, the wars and desperate battles that have been fought over that belt demand to be honored and respected. The dead federations contained with it cry out for a champion, and I will be that man. Anything less than digging deeper and fighting harder than I ever have will not only be disgraceful, but would cause the very Gods themselves to look down upon me in shame.
Andrej's fists curl up again as he slowly looks back into the camera, unblinking and intense.
I will not allow that to happen. Even in a remote a place as this we have heard of the wars fought for the X*Crown. I would have thought some of them fantasy, like Duncan's metal arms, if I had not stepped into the ring myself. I will leave my mark. I will have tales of my strength reach the world over! I will claim the X*Crown even if I must burn every last bit of strength in every fiber of my being! If I lose it will only be because even that was not enough.
Andrej relents, looking back into the fire with a slightly tired face now… but with the fire still flickering in his eyes.
When I was a young boy, a shaman told me that I would move mountains, divert rivers, stop glaciers… all for honor and my family. She told me the Raven would tell me when it was time. I think she meant this… so a last warning to you all. You stand between me and destiny, are you so very sure you want to stay there?
Andrej winced even as he said the words, looking down at his physically diminutive mother. Though, to judge her merely by her height and size would be a grave mistake. She bowed up, quickly speaking up in their native tongue.
And? I do not see a Duncan in this match! Jack, Muninn bless him; he not only helped you come back but is going to pay for your way back to compete! You know you want this fight as much as we want you to succeed!
Andrej kept squatting the massive tree trunk he had over his shoulders, not even sweating yet but still dutifully nodding to her words. In truth, he did want to go back and fight. He loved any fight, but in that ring he had found something he loved even more, a worthy challenge. So he missed the wrestling world already but...
But what about…?
Before he could even say it, a massive hand tapped him on the head. He looked back to where his father, a man just as large as him, reclined on top of the massive log. Looking at his dad, you could easily see where he got his size from, though the sheer strength of will and fiery hair came from his mother’s side.
You know that I am healed! Or at least enough to keep up with your mother’s demands.
A grin much like his son’s brightened up his face before a snowball pelted him right in the face, expertly thrown by his mom.
I should skin you for giving us all such a scare! But the Gods decided you should stay on this side of the Veil, and truthfully, I am thankful despite your antics.
Andrej nods, still easily working out with the massive trunk. His father rolls off as he cleans the snow from his face, laughing heartily. Andrej shifts his grip, starting to curl the wooden beam.
Ah, but the help that Jack man gave us was needed! Don’t you see, son? That is another reason you MUST go back! We owe him! I will not have it said that my son doesn’t pay back his debts.
Andrej sighs and drops the trunk, making the little dog that stayed with him always jump slightly and bark at it.
You are right, both of you. I just did not wish to leave so soon. By the Raven, I missed you both terribly. And when I heard that you were sick, Father, I was beside myself with worry! What if something worse happens this time? What will you both do without me?
Andrej’s father puts a hand on his shoulder, smiling at his son as he does.
Well, I hope the Snake is done with me for a little while, at least. But if something happens, then it is Muninn's will. You must do this, son. Otherwise you will regret it and question for the rest of your days.
Andrej nods once more, then smiles as he looks over at his mother and father, little Fenrir hopping around their feet.
Well, then, I suppose I should train! Tell me… Do we have anything heavier than this twig?
He gestures at the trunk, all three of them laughing happily as the scene fades.
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The sounds of a snowstorm and a fire both compete to be heard as the scene fades in to show Andrej sitting on the edge of a fur covered bed. The little pup, Little Fenrir, is asleep in the furs as Andrej smiles up into the camera.
Ah! It is good to speak to you all again. It seems the Raven wasn’t quite ready to take me out of your world. I know I was the runner up in the battle royal and earned this, but… I would have given it up if my family would have needed me. But I suppose none of you were lucky enough to avoid me!
He laughs heartily as he shakes his head, making his gesture to honor the Raven as he calms down… fingers to lips, then out like a raven’s wings.
I am not as vain as that, but I’ve been told of my strength so often that it’s hard to think that at least one of you would have preferred I stayed in my village instead of getting into that complex with you. That way, you could avoid the Cabar Toss, or the Asgeir Devastation. Though, I am curious if I can just toss one of you through the cell itself.
Andrej leans back, looking thoughtful as he does. One hand comes up to slowly scratch his beard, his eyes drifting over to the fire as he pictures the match ahead.
So many of you I haven’t heard a thing about. I am sorry that I have such limited resources to find out more about you while I am here. Once I return, I will be sure to look into you all and plan better. For now, I will just keep training and fighting. It seems to have worked out well so far.
He pauses again, smiling happily as he thinks more about the actual fight, the struggle, and the honor on offer.
Do you think this will be enough to get us to the Raven’s side? To earn our place in the afterlife? In the eternal battle? I certainly hope so, my new friends. I will fight like it is my last. I will fight like the Gods themselves are watching and judging my worth. It is the only real way that I can approach this. Does it mean that much to all of you? Is it just a belt, or is it a chance to truly prove yourself?
Andrej looks into the camera again, his eyes reflecting the fire and amplifying it through the inner drive and fire he holds within. The light seems to make his hair and beard even look aflame—a fiery avatar of war.
For me, it is a chance to reach a place similar to Valhalla. It is a chance to not only prove my own worth but also my family’s. Any of you who are just fighting for the title or because it’s your job to, you should run now. I will have no mercy on any of you who stand in my way, and I’d hate to sully the fight by breaking a coward.
Andrej looks down at his hands, exhaling before making massive fists seemingly hewn from the earth itself.
In the past, against Duncan, I may have held back subconsciously because he was a friend… a comrade. I can not afford to do that anymore. Perhaps I shouldn’t learn about your struggles and battles. That way, you are just bodies between me and the glory… You are just men that I must fight and break, and enjoy doing so. If it comes to that, I will say that I am sorry… while I can.
Andrej exhales again and opens his fists, the light making his fingers look like claws as it flickers and warps.
I will be a true berserker if I choose that path. I will have no mercy, no restraint, and no regret. Pray, to whatever God or deity you wish, that I decide to let sleeping bears lie. For if I awaken it, I can not and will not be able to control what happens to you.
He tilts his head, watching the shadows dance and weave before continuing.
“Why now?” I hear you asking. What could prompt me to fight like this? Because the X*Crown is worth it. Even above this match, the wars and desperate battles that have been fought over that belt demand to be honored and respected. The dead federations contained with it cry out for a champion, and I will be that man. Anything less than digging deeper and fighting harder than I ever have will not only be disgraceful, but would cause the very Gods themselves to look down upon me in shame.
Andrej's fists curl up again as he slowly looks back into the camera, unblinking and intense.
I will not allow that to happen. Even in a remote a place as this we have heard of the wars fought for the X*Crown. I would have thought some of them fantasy, like Duncan's metal arms, if I had not stepped into the ring myself. I will leave my mark. I will have tales of my strength reach the world over! I will claim the X*Crown even if I must burn every last bit of strength in every fiber of my being! If I lose it will only be because even that was not enough.
Andrej relents, looking back into the fire with a slightly tired face now… but with the fire still flickering in his eyes.
When I was a young boy, a shaman told me that I would move mountains, divert rivers, stop glaciers… all for honor and my family. She told me the Raven would tell me when it was time. I think she meant this… so a last warning to you all. You stand between me and destiny, are you so very sure you want to stay there?
