The Ambassador took slow, drawn-out breaths, silent, anticipating, intently listening for any and all signs of activity around them now that he had been alerted, although a voice broke through the momentary silence, his head turning slightly, gaze lifted and moved to the side. Markus offered his assistance to him. A small grin would lift up one of the corners of the Ambassador's mouth, Johann giving the man a nod. "Always". Out of all the people to fight at his side, Markus was perhaps the most advantageous to have joined him, considering the man was not only a vessel for Mars' sister but from what Johann had seen previously, also immensely skilled in direct combat. The two had, of course, fought alongside each other before on more than one occasion, although that had been long before Dies Irae had even been conceptualized. The fact that somehow, Markus Eldridge and Johann von Weiss would stand side by side as members of the same guild today was a testament to the strange twists fate would occasionally take. In any case, though, it was not an unwelcome one, naturally.
"You sense them, too?". It was the expression of a fact that the Ambassador already expected would be true more than a question. Whether it was through sight, scent, magic sensory, it wasn't difficult to pinpoint the various contacts in the burned-out ruins everywhere, behind trees, around the corners of stone walls. They were lying in wait all around them, ready to move onto the two men at any point. It seemed like the Ambassador had led them straight to this site. Were they originally the targets of this trap? Or was it someone else entirely? What was the purpose? Questions that would, for the moment, remain without answers. Well, it wasn't like they could do anything to either of the two men, anyway, although Mars stirred with excitement, knowing that conflict and bloodshed were imminent. The notion alone that these insects believed themselves capable of contending with his own might was laughable, so laughable, in fact, that in a bizarre display of humor, the Second Seal remained in a state of excessive amusement, periodic cackles echoing through the back of Johann's skull. He shot a few passing looks around, although a voice was sure to take his attention back to the road before them. Seemed like they had finally made their move.
"Well, well, well, wha' do we have 'ere. Los' travelers?". Johann turned his head stoically, unimpressed eyes falling on a mountain of a man with dirty blonde hair and beard of considerable stature, the features of a brute, his legs, arms, and torso clad in heavy metallic plates. Both hands were grasping oversized weapons, things that resembled raw hunks of metal more than the actual axes they were supposed to be. He was flanked by at least a dozen others on both sides respectively, men and women with a wild mixture of outfits, looks, and equipment, some clearly mages, others most clearly bandits, raiders, outcasts. "Doesn' really ma'er anyway, eh lads? Walked righ' into our ambush, so i's too late to jus' walk away, y'know". Johann took a deep breath, shouldering the scythe. Like vermin, the others would begin to emerge from their hidey-holes one after the other, countless pairs of eyes hungry for savagery and evil scanning the two men from every angle, omnidirectional echoing cackles and sinister laughter ringing out. Johann took a deep, but steady breath. "I assume you are part of those who plague this island? Why are you here? Why are you targeting them? Targeting us?". The man chuckled at first, before, for just a couple of second, erupting into billowing laughter which went almost as fast as it had come in what Johann interpreted to be an overly theatrical fashion. "An awful lo'a questions for a dead man". His amusement seemed to shrink exponentially, the man's head turning towards his comrades that surrounded the guild mages, his deep, booming voice bursting into a shout, his tone now more agitated than anything. "The fuck are you wai'ing for, you worthless sacks of shit. Kill 'em already!".
Of course, the large group all around wouldn't need to be told twice. Slowly, dozens and dozens of fighters drew their weapons, readied spells, drawing closer and closer with each passing second. "Markus", the Ambassador loudly addressed his own comrade, biting into the thumb of his right hand, a small trickle of blood beginning to drip from the puncture wound and cover the finger in a crimson hue before shortly after, the open wound instantly closed back up, "You remember my earliest directive after we've set foot on this island?". Once again, this wasn't really a question. Not much time had passed since Johann had instructed the members of the guild to set aside their feelings of mercy and he was certain Markus would recall with perfect clarity the intent of his statement, the God of Ishgar touching both sides of his temple, one after the other, with the bloodied thumb, leaving behind two fingerprints of his own blood on both sides of his face. "I want to ask our large friend over here some questions. The rest of them, well ...".
Once again, the man took in a deep breath, closing his eyes for a passing moment. This day, this island would be the perfect opportunity to test out the magic, spells, and abilities he had developed alongside the Second Seal and with its direct assistance, drawing strength from the unshackled Nephilim within his own body. Two glowing runes appeared where he had left the fingerprints, one jagged, glowing in a deeply carmine red, the other soft and almost caligraphic, radiating with cyan energy. A pulse of energy surged through the vessel, Johann opening his eyes to reveal that both oculars had changed. The sclera of his right eye was steeped in intense, ink-black darkness, a glowing, dark red pupil suspended in its midst. His left eye, however, had changed more drastically, the sclera entirely comprised of a bloodred, magical glow, a dark, demonic slit replacing the pupil that had once rested within. In this instance, a wide, toothy grin would spread across the Ambassador's face, uncharacteristic for the man, yet familiar to those who knew him. His voice, after the short pause, would be heard clearly once again, although this time appearing as two voices that spoke in unison, Johann's overlayed over the other, the second one, though, appearing much darker, deep in an almost distorting fashion, a feral growl more than a voice.
"... Leave none alive".
In what was less than a second, even the fraction of a second, Johann had moved, in a fashion much faster than any of these enemies were able to even follow. The Ambassador spun the scythe, dragging the blade of the weapon across the ground in an insane burst of acceleration and sheer speed. Within an instant, the antimatter the scythe was comprised of had generated a large trail of sparks in a line behind the God of Ishgar as matter was annihilated upon contact before the weapon sunk into a Bandit's chest, Johann, with blindingly fast movements, lifting up the man that had stood right next to the leader of the group several meters into the air before the same could even react, slamming the body into the ground the following moment. An explosion of dirt and dust was thrown up from the force of the impact, lingering for a few moments before it began dispersing, leaving behind perplexed assailants as well as the Ambassador of the guild that sought to rid this island of their presence, two piercing eyes peering from the cloud as he stepped out, the layered voice echoing through the air again.
"So, let's have a little bit of fun together, shall we?".
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