Setting
The town of Siren and Castle Tartarus are both located in The Badlands. The region also home to Hera's native race of being known only as Sirens.
"YooouuuaaarrrgonagetitIsweaaaaa!" He cried as he charged at Kaileth, pulling from a sheathe on his thigh a jagged dagger. The siren ran very, very fast for a humanoid.
He had no idea, him nor his gods, what on Blackrock that weapon was.
Again he skid to a stop, this time on his feet, wildly backpedaling from the alien offworld technology he so despised and feared.
"Deathbringer," He hissed at it, having had never seen one in person; a weapon so powerful. Anyone back home would say it was against the Ways. In all it's glory, and for all his love for war, he was curious.
"others of my kind have travelled here?" he asked questioningly his voice raised only slightly, shifting his stance into one of attack for if this battle continued
He quickly returned to his own defensive posture, creeping closer and pointing two fingers roughly at Kaileth. He didn't trust this guy, but he hand't killed him yet and probably coulda. And that weapon... visions of the glory of war flashed through Keneke's greasy head.
"You fight as evidence to the Ways!" He snarled; to think he even for a moment humored abandoning them for a slick weapon!
Shaking, he pulled a grenade from his jacket pocket and pulled the pin with his teeth. He tossed it back at Kaileth and prepared for the blast.
Skimmed by his ear as he ran. The whistle it made reminded him of the whistle his that used to call him home for dinner. Before he had ever carved the scalp from an outlander.
Two.
Pierced his back and sent him forward, the shock of it felt like the first time he ever set eyes on her. She wielded as well as he did. Her fighting was phenomenal. With a staff she had knocked him to the ground, holding him there while she moved to kick his skull in. He had turned, met her eyes, and driven a spear through her gut. It was the most intimate moment of his life.
Three.
Right in the heart, and everything went on fire. Then, Keneke Tua'ala was numb. His didn't feel his chest hit the ground, or his teeth break on contact with a rock.
The sky was gold, the land every shade from red to brown. Wasn't the afternoon a beautiful time to die, to finally obtain honorable passage to Rakhvālē?
finally standing he lowered his rifle and set it aside by the rock, pulling his head back and removing his helmet, his features were sharp and similar to elves in appearance, setting his weapons aside, the next hour Kaileth would toil to bury Keneke Tua'ala marking his grave with some of the scrap from his bike and weapons, and tied to the top a blue ribbon reading 'an insane but brave warrior'
he inquired, continuing to walk along the Wasteland path. Rough terrain indeed, but he didn't want to be caught out here after nightfall.What brings you to this part of the Onyx Galaxy, Bersiar?
Instead, he smoothly lowered his body a few inches, catching his momentum fluidly as if it were nothing at all. Master hadn't been in his corporeal form in some time, but the familiarity was rapidly returning.