Dark blue and red Jenseitiger surround Qego, like a supernatural defense that won’t allow anything harmful to pass through. A leaden silence filled the air, while Qego slowly comprehends the gravity of the dysfunctional family’s actions. He weaves left and right dodging from Lohenshin’s attacks, not even bothering to use his weapon.
“How long has it been? Since I was inducted into the Viajeros, the Sternritters were batshit insane in their entire lives.” Qego says to himself, grabbing the forearm and plunging his fist in Drajon’s side. When the blade was grabbed, he whispered something under his breath.
“Why are we doing this? All of us have agendas that conflict with each of our comrades.”
“Isn’t it obvious, no one are friends in this hellish forsaken world! I seen longtime friends killing each other in petty nonsensical reasons. Is this some place where I want my children to live happily? Hell nah!” Drajon exclaims, slamming his fist on the pillar next to him completely shattering it. He slashes Lohenshin’s abdominal aorta and drags the blade upwards on his ribs. Their blades clanged in a sonic boom destroying everything around the coliseum and they dodge backwards when both of them attack together.
“Even though I’m the Head of the Mortality Committee, I still have emotions, second seat.” Qego spat. Putting his weapon in a plow guard stance before delivering deathblows after another, Drajon got nicked in the back below the ribs by the regalia’s tip and pivots on his foot ducking from a sweeping slash. Everything below them was being crushed by their footwork.
Qego had to control his breathing from using that sword technique, not before vomiting visceral blood. He clutches his chest trying to keep moving forward.
“How the hell does Vidar do this stuff with so much horrifying pain going through him? Is he an avatar of humanity’s goddamn stubbornness?” Sevatarius shouts, kicking his opponent into the air and grabs Ygordt’s hussar collar like throwing a ball. Drajon smashes against the wall where shards sticking out impale him.
“Why are you like this? What makes everyone in this damn institution determined!”
“I’ve been wondering since the day of my birth. Dad was kind but mother… a complete jackass, we tried to appease her day after day. I never experienced motherly love and that’s the burden for being born in Vocturnio. Maybe, I was destined for a terrible future, just to be despised and loathed by everyone.” Qego laments.
“Never give up! You gotta keep moving forward, never let the past haunt you to the grave. It’s okay to grieve for someone you care about but never let it consume everything. I walk with the bearable massive heavy weight of humanity on my shoulders alone, live your lives to the fullest extent. I’m content on suffering hellishly, nothing wrong about that.” Vidar words ring inside of his head.
“I, no, we can’t let you endure this so let us carry the world with you. Everyone felt helpless when we saw how much pain was radiating from your Jenseitiger Druck.”
Sevatarius knocks Drajon out and appears back in the institute, Taton, Mulysses, and Sorn comforting the Tacticun children. He smiles contently promising to protecting them with his own life. Grando walks up to him hugging the chest part before skipping away to his older brother.
They sat there for a few minutes in silence. Deronimo cranes his head at Mandon, who is embracing Simo on the mattress. He takes off the lightweight haori and wraps it around Simo’s shoulders.
Though the walls are reinforced in a unknown metal where it absorbs and negates Jenseitiger effects from it leaking out into the real world. There’s is a limit of how much before everything gets destroyed.
Mulyesses leaves the building to get late night market food, he picks up some stuff including sour apples for the Sternritter Galen. Who likes them dipped in beer, yeah, he’s kinda strange for a person who escaped madhouses after another draped in a tattered straitjacket. Mulyesses Ukinattox’s sealed Regalia is a dull bastard sword where the guard’s ends point downwards to the blade, and dark blue sheath strapped at his waist.
Emaciated, cyan eyes that shine joyfulness, thin arms that still pack massive punches, long white hair that he won’t let anyone cut it, and he always wears the Traveler’s haori because he is too ill to fight but will push past his suffering to defend for what Ukinattox believes in.
“Malvena’s kids flailing around in the flower covered plains, nobody sees them with their laughter rings through trees. Bark covered in blood howls in disparity before withering away from old age forgetfulness. Will anybody pay attention for what’s missing in their house, happiness or children? Below soil filled ground rumbles hateful vengeance, crying avenge us and tear out our evildoer’s intestines but no matter what we will never be saved from damnation.” he sings a song called ‘ignorant kids’ tombstones’ and is content with the food choice. The flow of the song is rough in different parts as no one thought to prefect it.
Legatus Rumenor stands there holding his sheathed Regalia in the middle of the town square. He’s below average height, compact build, orange short spiky hair, eagle brown haunting eyes, rough facial features, red deep massive scar spanning across his face, and freckles. A brown tunic, gray sullied bandages going from his elbow and ends to the fingertips, an opened violet short robe jacket that wraps to the side, black pants ripped by its cuffs, and armored plating boots.
One of the M.C. members is there but it’s him, known as the Dead Wake, he walks to one of those shoddy stalls. She cowers away in fear which Mulyesses understands considering the committee is known for their extreme callousness of life. A tragic death doesn’t matter to them in the slightest because people die so why does it matter. Legatus weapon’s ability is taking the life force known as Vaoj or Jenseitiger and can fire projectiles, one hit from using Vaoj can mutate someone into horrific abominations.
“Ukinattox, it’s so good to see you after all this time! How’s your illness?”
“It’s getting worse, Legatus. But it’s good to see Dead Wake in his infinite glory, just don’t get too arrogant.”
“That’s great! Don’t worry I’m not that crippling stupid.” he said those words for the illness getting bad.
“Didn’t say you were, just don’t ruin your self esteem. How about a friendly spar?” Mulyesses says, making Rumenor cock his head sideways in approval. They unleashed both of their Primera respectively and Dead Wake fires a ball of Jenseitiger, the twelfth General absorbs his attack through one of Verdad de Serafin’s blade and redirects it with the other one.
Altdorf, Ragakushi district A figure is sitting on a ledge overlooking an area of trainees going through rigorous exercises. He’s young, and well built, neck length wavy dull blonde hair, his right eye is a greenish blue cross, and the other’s purplish gold surrounded by multiple rings. He wears a reddish orange coverall jumpsuit with the collar upturned, white short sleeved dress shirt, and black boots.
“Bentimarus, what are you doing here in all places?” someone says next to him. Young exhausted deathlike body, lanky long arms, medium length spiky faded red hair with black highlights, and tired pinkish purple eyes. black noble coat where the hem is flared out in frills and white fur collar, tattered black pants, a pink and purple frayed ragged shoulder cape covering his right arm. This one is Kartarion Jurze or otherwise known as One armed renegade Traveler, contrary to popular belief, he was not born in nobility.
Sentanus, the one sitting turns to look at Jurze in a bored expression after pointing towards Altdorf’s squires. Ever since Terse Kranz was rescued and returned heavily injured, news of Vidar Tacticun spread like wildfire when he slaughtered her team members in such a young age. Everyone is scared of his rapid growth when spies came back to report he now has Vollversion.
“Just spending my quality time before having to deal with Sven Callaghan, since he drives everyone insane with annoying ramblings.” Bentimarus says, hopping down one massive high wall. The troops are now practicing scalping and ripping infants out of the mother’s stomach making the two disgusted by it.
“There you are! One minute late, does our meaning of arrive on time mean nothing anymore?” Sven says, huffing a puff from his cigar. Callaghan’s average height, fat physique, stumpy arms, sunken blue eyes, brown short slick-backed greasy hair, and unkempt full beard. He wears a fancy green tunic, an opened laced up leather jerkin, beige tan pants, and elegant shoes. The two renegade Travelers sweat dropped because it wasn’t even a minute but one second.
Sven brings out five pieces of papers attached with pictures made from someone’s mental images. Vidar’s is in a sideways shot smugly smiling and looking at the person, while lifting his glass up like there’s a toasting going on and wearing his haori. One side of Taton’s head being regenerated with Jiko Fukkatsu’s chains by sprouting multiple chains to grab that chunk and reattaching it together. Asciano being carried out of the bar with Malollin planting her foot directly on his face. Bellion stealing frozen moonlight again while the crescent shape shines under it. Keznpechi trying to instigate fights against Vidar even when they’re allies but he just wants battles.
“Why those two? Callaghan, what’s going on?” Bentimarus says, pocketing Tacticuns and scrutinizes Sven.
“See them? I want them dead. Easy, you can do it,” he says. Taking another huff from his cigarillo making Kartarion slam down on the oak wood desk. “What you two don’t have the massive balls? Then how about I give them to you by bending over my desk.”
Those two disappear and end far from the Ragakushi border. Jurze vomits on a wall in disgust and Sentanus boils with hatred.
“We gotta face these five without knowing anything.” Kartarion says. Still vomiting wildly.
“And Sven trying to fuck us,” Bentimarus says, taking out the image as Jurze looks over Sentanus’s shoulder. “Would Vidar protect traitors?”
Malvena, unknown area Mulyesses looks at Verdad de Serafin, a slightly long curved spatha, purple tassels on the pommel, black colored guard, and ivory handle. It took more outta him considering his last fight was two years ago. They ended in a decrepit area where destroyed buildings were never restored. Rumenor catches an exhausted Ukinattox from falling down and picks up the sack filled of food.
“Thanks… Legatus, I guess the Committee actually does have kindness.” the emaciated person says. He coughs up blood into his hand with some dripping onto the dirt and Rumen tears off a tattered flag bearing Altdorf’s cross.
“We might’ve lost our way from those terrifying children. Ooh, here’s an idea, why not do exercises to build up your body for overexerting yourself.”
“Did you call little kids scary? I have tuberculosis and speed walking is hard enough, so it’s impossible for me to even train.” sadness resonated from him.
“War is coming, any day now. Maybe from ourselves tearing each other apart limb from limb or traitors waiting for the perfect opportunity when the response time is weak enough. Besides, what’s the point of life if you don’t risk it?” Rumenor’s right that a devastating war arriving just around the corner. Everyone’s gotta be ready for the moment and no one knows when. May Charlie Aardiperro have mercy on us.
Dondi Xan was contemplating everything about if he should be Vidar’s second seat, hell, a monkey could achieve what he failed at. Aside from that zipper to open his mouth, Dondi has blonde unruly hair covering between his deep grayish-blue eyes, defined lean arms, and jet black rootlike lines spreading from the bottom of the right cheek to Dondi’s nose. Dark blue double breasted frock coat, tan bisht with wide sleeves, battle worn under tunic, black pants, gray socks, and tactical boots sitting on the floor. Ever since Vidar was declared Wanted, his job fell to him, a hellish position.
“I got to put an important note somewhere telling me not to achieve Vollversion,” three Generals don’t even have the full release, they are Keznpechi, Jenaharo, and Charlene, Vidar and Harald have Mummjarus ones. His mouth twitched slightly at the ridiculous idea of being a General before entering into his room. Dondi takes off the coat along with the robe, he massages those stiffed shoulders and sits on the bed.
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It doesn’t take long for Norvori Tsagulsa, to arrive just to tease Tacticun’s second seat. Norvori has a frail compact build, crimson golden eyes, magenta long shaggy hair, thin eyebrows, slender legs, docile face, and feminine facial features. Leather vest, white scarf, tan regular haori, black-gray shorts, red hose, and regular shoes.
“What do you want Tsagulsa? Can’t you see I’m ready for bed?” he says, trying to make the other second seat go away but they don’t want to.
“Just wondering if this zipper mouth wants to play,” Norvo said, rubbing their hands through the messy hair. Dondi shakes his head while putting his stockinged feet up on the bed. “Xan, if we play, those stiff muscles will be healed.”
Dondi sighs, getting those military boots on and walks out. Making Norvori smile before using Mico Motus to appear in the training grounds. The newly trained night guards make way behind the wooden railings surrounding its center like an octagon.
“Devour the opportunistic omens and come into our reality, respect the decrepit world of darkness. Gangen Hongerlied.” Dondi unleashes his Primera, a curved broadsword with green hilt, pitch black floral decorated in red scabbard, and jagged markings on Gangen’s blade. He slashes diagonally at Norvori who just stood there unflinching. Nothing came even though it appeared to hit Tsagulsa, zipper mouth tilts his head in confusion.
“How are you uninjured? But… goddamnit,” Xan sighs regretfully. “I really wish I didn’t use this so full power, Gangen Hongerlied.”
10 large, white spheres consisted of enormous teeth with large incisive molars, the creature has no limbs, eyes, nose, or ears. It’s the size of the blue whale and ravenous as piranhas or bears awakening from hibernation. Despite that they can’t see, Norvori sees them turn to him, people in Leisure Town hated the Regalia belonging to Dondi Marcellus Xan. It was said when the user designated his enemies, they were torn to pieces leaving only disembodied remains, one account stated someone had half of their face eaten off.
Norvo moves backwards fearing that this Vollversion.
“What’s wrong? Afraid of little ol’ mouths,” Dondi says, pointing his finger at Tsagulsa. Gangen Hongerlied fly at Norvori, who instinctively ducks but they couldn’t even eat him until a Sanguinsurge appears and then gets ripped into millions of pieces. It screams at the top of its lungs making the mouths devour the skin deceiver even more. “Don’t do that. Blood curdling screams make them more ferocious and ravenous like Vocturnio kids.”
Malvena’s night guard had beads of sweat behind their heads. Dondi deactivates his Primera, Gangen eats themselves inside out then disappears out of thin air. Xan turns to leave humming a tune but stopped and looks at Bellion’s Captain.
“That wasn’t Vollversion, but do you have it?”
“How do you… yes, only Full release, no Primera.” Norvi shakes his head.
“Well, I wish to hear about it. Can be very fucking powerful and dangerous.” Dondi says, putting a thumb under his chin like in thought while looking at the sky. “I’m glad I was here because Hongerlied eats beings it doesn’t recognize or I consider as enemies. What was a skin deceiver doing here?” he says to himself and bonks his head on a wooden wall earning some chuckles.
Keznpechi smirks uncontrollably seeing Vidar, bringing the blade up in that stance called high guard and swings it down. Vidar barely deflects before slashing the eleventh General’s waist, he doesn’t even wince in agony. As Vidar puts his Ninjato in a close left stance, a cut appears on the sleeve. “Let me guess, killing intent?”
He moves past him reverse gripping the weapon. Putting its blade next to Kezn’s throat and can’t stab because there is no tip. They both see criminals running towards them wielding farm equipment making both Generals sigh as all of those vagrant get cut down. Before turning on each other again, Kezn pointed his chipped sword at him.
“Don’t get in my way! This is my goddamn fight, got that!”
“Ahh… y-yes sir! Please excuse me for being a dumbass.” one of them yell in unison, before hauling ass out of the danger zone. Tacticun launches himself forward throwing attacks but not using them as feints. Vidar’s ninjato tears his eyepatch off before ducking from an oncoming slash as it breaks windows in the immediate vicinity and slices rows of row houses just from a weathered weapon. He effortlessly dodges from oncoming debris, which he retaliates by cutting Keznpechi’s collarbone.
“Why do you need an eyepatch?” Vidar questions, tilting his head in confusion. Slashing at multiple points of Kezn. They were destroying buildings so fast their shadows couldn’t react and had a hard time catching up.
“I have immeasurable amounts of otherworldly pressure, too much. With my control of it being essentially fucking nothing makes killing or destroying anything in my presence so easy. So they manufactured the eyepatch to significantly seal a lot of my goddam power. Justinian threatened me and that bastard is definitely fucking the platonic concept of Sadistic torture.”
“Bet you could cut through space, right there.” Vidar whistles pointing his finger up at the heavens. Then letting the blade clash to the ground, he grips its sash and swings it towards Keznpechi, who rushes in, something what Vidar wanted. As he wraps it under his palms to change the trajectory then yanks it backwards so his Ninjato’s tip moves inwards, cuts Kezn’s cheek when he dodges near the other side. That damn monster is slowly creeping in, the shards are still near him, so there’s a medium to fully feel the whole effect.
He gets slammed by Keznpechi’s fist, throwing him in a wall, cratering it. Blood, some unknown organs, yellow and red cable-like fibers, and interstitial fluid spills out in a puddle akin to down pouring. He laughs manically, picking the two solid pieces up and does an unthinkable act, Vidar swallows them. Then starts moonwalking backwards, spinning around to cut him in the chest area, he simply swats away the chipped blade when it came close.
“Did Justinian take control of him, seems pretty in character. Oh well, I couldn’t care less.” he’s too joyful, fighting to the death which doesn’t sit right for one Second Seat. Vidar finally let loose from having combative restraint, this style actually stagnates Hvithar driving him into a corner.
“Throughout Heaven and Earth, I alone am the honored death defier.” reality begins to warp around them becoming way more abstract where Generasi flames defile all of creation.
Horrors, fantasies, and fictional worlds start to merge and split apart simultaneously across the boundless cosmos. It seems to allow use of teleportation as native birds arrive in deserts then snowstorms then their homeland. All of this is creating a singularity which could result entrance into the infinite void of Charlie’s realm, there is where every single platonic concepts and metaphysical devices are seen as mere tools.
This is Vidar Heuco Tacticun ultimate unknown Trump Card, transforming him into a War God to declare for absolute freedom for the ability of doing anything imaginable and unimaginable. It gives away his sense of humanity only wanting complete control while increasing meter of berserker’s bloodlust. There are notable drawbacks, he will kill everything, destroying his mental, physical, emotional state, pushing away his family forever alone, and permanently ruin his gray morals.
Tons of people in Malvena considers the Eleventh General to be a bloodthirsty monster, somewhat true but that asshole is honorable and fair unlike corrupted knights. Vidar has one big gushing wound on his shoulder where it feels he’s bisected. Kezn is not doing so well either, cuts all over the front chest part. Both of their coats are extremely tattered and making some destroyed parts look amorphously ripped. He gets slashed in the stomach near the liver, Tacticun stumbles back before reeling his arm back as Keznpechi cuts Vidar’s forearm, again and again so Kezn is stabbed by a blunt Ninjato.
They generate a shape of their Jenseitiger where Vidar is the Beschädigt mask, instead of its regular color, it’s fluorescent pinkish red along with his hair becoming longer and achieving the same color. Keznpechi manifests purple menacing skulls as both of them charged forward attacking in one massive blow charged with all of their power. Beyond Malvena, everyone looks at the ginormous swirling pillar beam with pure bewilderment as it slowly dissipates into nothing.
This is going to fuck with the environment. Everyone had this troublesome feeling but no one ever thinks about him escaping Jugkan in the near future. Both collapsed from exhaustion and their wounds gushing even more blood. The towering Traveler lift his blade next to him as Vidar pushes himself up using the severely damaged Ninjato. It actually snapped him out of the form and he saw the absolute carnage, mangled monsters of all different varieties stretch across a desolate roadway. He needs someone to talk with, he needs help from his infinite sized shoulder weights.
“This was so fun! My hands are trembling so much from sheer excitement,” Keznpechi laughs like a little child. “You better not save me from future battles.”
“I can’t promise that, but ok, if you want to die gloriously.”
“Good, let me just catch my breath and since I owe you because of how much fun we had. I will help you to clear your name… my eyes feel so heavy and I hereby pronounce you as the War God of the Travelers!” he falls asleep and the stubborn bastard puts him on a destroyed bench before adding the seal. Vidar’s glare sends shivers down every person near them, practically saying. ‘Do something and apothecaries will have to dislodge your whole mutilated body outta your ass.’
Dizziness went into his eyes making him close them. He attempts to find Vangron when his bifurcated parts are falling off and children are crying at the sight of Vidar, who is trying to fix himself. Pieces of bones are rapidly breaking off. “This is how I am going to die? Simo, Deronimo, Velano, and Grando, don’t be afraid of girls. I wish all of my friends to have a damn good life… wait a minute, no, I’m not fucking dying yet!”
Tacticun can no longer support himself then falls on his knees looking up at the morning sky. White liquid with howling faces seeps out of his eyes to travel against the horrifying wound, it begins to instantly regenerate lost tissue including the jacket. His fingertips meticulously trail across the massive ragged scar going from Vidar’s right upper Trapezius to his left hip. Then everything become black a figure comes up tapping his forehead, every single memory involving that trump card becomes way more different, the weight discarded.
“I’m gonna take that form away. Dammit Rabisu, I told ya this was a bad idea.” they said before leaving, Vidar couldn’t even see a femtometer in front of him.
“Purgans or Hvithar, thank you so much. Wait, what is next to my chest?” he questions, taking out a Beschädigt mask, pure white on one side and thick red stripes acting like the mark on his forehead. He chuckles slightly before hooking it next to Melissa, who shivers from the emanation.
“Put that on the other side of your belt, you asshole!”
“But I thought you liked it there.” Vidar smugly says. Poking her cheek repeatedly and she slaps away the prodding finger.
“Just get going already! Jeez, stop standing there.” she crosses her arms, before blowing a raspberry at the oldest friend.
“It’s been so long, I can’t remember when we had lunch together. Wasn’t it before my run in with the Iron Gate?” Melissa nods, she then frowns. Their innocence was permanently shattered and nothing could change it.
She nut taps him. “Keep moving! We need to get away from the area!”
“Alright, don’t blow a gasket, Gorejoy.” they start walking, not knowing his hair begins to leak pink lotus flowers, Is Hell rolling their tides? So far, nobody has found Vangron, it’s just like he dissolved into thin air. He moves past cluster of people, there are gangsters chilling on carriages as Vidar pasts them. They grab his shoulder now covered by the tattered cloak, making him turn around.
“You can’t ignore us, we are Soventh Rise! Who the fuck do you think you are?” one of them said. A voluptuous female with black long hair, brown eyes, and missing her right ring finger. White cropped jacket with black fur collar, blue frayed cloth tied around the belt, black harem tapered pants, tattered choker, and one grey glove.
“A wandering nobody, simple as that,” Vidar keeps walking but was hit on his head from a warhammer, he tries to restrain himself and decapitates three people in rapid succession. Hvithar is greatly influencing his dark impulses ever since he obtained Vollversion, it’s unrefined and imperfect in every quintessential aspects. Someone grabs his collar before flying away while not wanting Tacticun to shove facial parts up someone’s ass. “Who the hell… Kyojakrun, what are you doing?”
Asciano is in mid to late twenties, long wavy unkempt blonde hair, one parakeet and one sea foam green eyes, tall, lanky, athletic, always in a goofiness mood, and can use his other hand for fighting but not ambidextrous. Floral kimono draped over Asciano’s shoulders, black retro knight shirt, black pants with a cape attached, orange winter calf socks and black shoes. Regalia’s Primera is called Karmozijnrode, it produces and manipulates crimson-colored Jenseitiger energy to do varieties of different techniques.
They go to a tavern on the far side where Hell Slum’s entrance door is located. Asciano kicks those swinging doors open and with Vidar tightly tucked under his shoulder, moves to the bar. The innkeeper briefly looks at them seeing Kyojakrun’s eyes gleam in delight.
“Let me guess, your usual drink?”
“Yup! And Vidar wants grape juice, right? he drawls the last part out. She points to a table near some windows and Asciano tosses Malveni coins on the counter.
“Are you going to answer my question or not?” Vidar asks, not wanting to offend him.
“Is your personality changing from time to time. But anyways here is something you should know,” Asciano says, looking around to see if Malollin is here with that blasted book. “There’s this technique called Daemonium, an act of someone transferring their Jenseitiger to another Traveler, essentially possessing their human or dormant sides. After our powers awaken, the human side is incinerated or basically shedded. But for some unknown reason you resisted it.”
This sparks Tacticun’s curiosity. Their drinks arrived and they click the tankards together. Vidar takes a swig and sets it down before looking at his older colleague.
“How does one even do that or invent it?”
“Apparently Division Zero, Teln Gshivo, created it. Daemonium only works for hybrids, I wouldn’t be surprised if you could actually achieve the damn thing.” he clicks his tongue lightly. The two start talking about things going on from Vidar’s absence in the Institute, it ranges from the fights to what Kaladon is doing.
“So who do you think I am going to achieve Daemonium with? Wait, why was Qego not there?” Vidar questions, realizing his tankard is almost empty.
“My best guess is Typhon Sorn. As with Sevatarius, he was meeting with Justinian, Smiling Traveler, or the most sociopathic sadistic Sternritter kid. Him puts every evil people out there to shame except his ancestor.” Asciano sheepishly scratches his cheek and Tacticun blinks a couple of times.
“When was one of Malvena’s Sternritter a fucking kid? Dealing with Keznpechi is hard enough as it is.”
Sternritters are the peak of Travelers, they can defeat Blasphemy Princes, which some considered to be ridiculously powerful. Keznpechi considers war not to be absolute hell but a fun joyful game and Vidar might be enjoying it too. But even Sternritters are the second strongest compared to Division Zero, who are incomparably stronger like real gods walking on the battlefield. These people across Jollorus fight for not what they left behind but of hatred, vengeance, lust, selfishness, and power hungry desires. There are no good guys, just varying degrees of evil as this world is rotting and the disintegrating candle of hope is slowly fading away.
“Remember these words, okay? Defend, to not let them hit you, protect, to save lives, and attack, to cut your opponents down.” that strengthens his resolve and stubbornness. They then do the can-can with everyone in the inn, dancing their lungs out. Vidar falls face flat on the ground before laughing in excitement.