STAND FIRM LIKE A ROCK
A streak of dust clouded the horizon as a giant chariot swept up dust as it rode over a dirt road. The crimson chariot was pulled by two terracotta-coloured aurochs of immense proportion, ancient creatures of a more primordial time. Upon the chariot stood a giant of a man, more than seven feet in length; it was none other than Gangting. His red hair framed his copper-coloured face like a lion’s manes, his face itself was battered a dozen fights yet his eyes pierced dauntless into the world underneath thick bristle brows. A heavy crimson cloak, trimmed with golden fox fur, hung from his wide shoulders and fluttered behind him in the wind. His muscled chest and back were protected by an inch-thick bronze cuirass that was inlaid with gold and emaled within a dark terracotta hue. His arms were thick as logs and covered in a patchwork of scars, including a fresh bite mark from canine on his left arm; his underarms were protected by bronze vambraces that were trimmed with golden fur. A skirt of crimson cloth embroidered with golden thread hung from his waist; a skirt of lamellar strips hung over it. His feet were bare, but his shins were protected like his underarms. Those with keen eyes would notice that the giant wore bandages underneath his cuirass and on his left leg. Gangting had received wounds during his crusade to reclaim Duoshang, which ended in failure and nearly in his death. Most of his wounds had healed and are now part of his trophies, along with the other scars that he had received from many a battle but two wounds did not heal; even after months they still fester and string and no magic nor potion can do much more than soothe the pain. The wound on his leg was caused by hellish flames from a dreadful fire demon and the wound on his chest was inflicted by a stinger from a demonic scorpion. These two demonic spawns harboured an evil power that Gangting could barely stand; he would have died there and then within the walls of Duoshang if Tudigong, the God of Land and Soil, himself had not intervened in a tempest avatar of holy rock and sand. The redhaired slayer had visited many a healer on his long trip back to Fiore but none could help him, they all agreed that it was a miracle that he was still standing. The Brute was still looking for a cure.
Gangting was back in Fiore for since a couple of months. He had barely crossed the border between Iceberg and Fiore of he ran, quite literally, into his old friend Johann von Weiss. Together they dealt with a band of highwaymen, who before their encounter, tried to mug the wounded Demon Slayer. Johan had taken up the task to eradicate the criminal's root and stem for his guild Dies Irae and offered Gangting too join his guild with the promise that he and the guild would give him support in a second attempt to relieve his empire off the demonic spawn. Gangting offered his support to Johann and his guild immediately without a second thought, he saw the merit of the guild and the usefulness of the support it gives when he would march once more to the walls of his beloved city. The guild of Dies Irae was located on the Amber Isle in Minstrel, quite far away from Fiore; Johann stressed to Gangting the usefulness of a passport and so Gangting acquired one in Hargeon and then proceeded to do a job in Monster Land with a young slayer called Solmar, afterwards he had met with two curious people. One of them was a tiny lizard, a gecko and the other was none other than Oda Nobunaga; whose ghostly forces Gangting had attacked, all living dead must be evil according to the Redhaired-Slayer. He was currently following the railroad to visit a couple of important cities to the east of Fiore; from Hargeon to Clover Town would this journey bring him. The next city he was about to reach was Oshibana. He looked in each city for jobs he could do, before going back to the guild.
Ganting entered the own from the south, his chariot thundered over the cobbled road, making quite some noise and besides that, it was a bit too large and dangerous as well to ride in the town; Gangting decided to pull over and let his chariot ascend the heavens and continue on foot. The town of Oshibana wasn’t that big and held nothing of note really but there was something that caught the Giants attention; a smell, it was not caused by industry or by the magical-powered vehicles. What Gangting smelled stirred emotion within him, fuelling his internal flame of wraith; his wounds started stinging, only one such smell would bring this about; Demons. The smell was something Gangting could never describe to people, whom couldn’t smell it; Gangting’s Demon Slayer magic had increased his senses including his sense of smell. The smell stank in a mysterious way, a smell unlike anything else he had smelled ever in his life; it as an alien smell, surreal to this world. The smell was strong and Gangting could not define one demonic being; demons had different accents to their smell depending on the species, and at times the higher demons had a unique smell. It was apparent that the town was invested by the foul spawn and he would cleanse this town of it, as soon as he had found the source. The Giant Slayer stomped through the town, making the earth tremble slightly as he moved about in his search for the source.
Gangting decided to cross the city south to north and then west to east over its main roads to divide the city into quadrants, making it easier for him to determine in which part of the town the demons reside. The town might be small, but it took Ganging nevertheless a couple of hours. One particular area, near the edge of the town, was the smell strong and Gangting patrolled the area. His steps had stopped their treble as he wished to maintain the surprise.
UNWAVERING AND UNBREAKABLE. STAND THINE GROUND.