Nonetheless, he was still capable of entering this world on his own. Though his purpose here was not to grovel or worship the tranquility, but rather use it as a method of concentration for what was about to come. Aside from his still motions, within his left hand, Deniel held on to the scabbard of his companion and best friend: Nidhogg. His left hand was inches away from the hilt, with the rest of the scabbard dangling towards the ground. And in spite of his right arm soon going to reach to it, Deniel did not even make a motion to warm up his fingers. This moment of silence was to attain the utmost concentration. And once it had been achieved, the Nephalem finally made a move.
In one instant he was standing perfectly still, his shoulders not even rising from the very breath he inhaled every so often. And then next, his right hand was already firmly clasped around the hilt of Nidhogg. Drawing it with an extreme force of power, while also performing a motion that was the first cut of many, Deniel had begun his assault on the trees which he created for this very exercise. Following the first cut from the black blade, the Nephalem unleashed, from a distance, several more, with his body swinging itself with the momentum of his arm occasionally to transition into the next slice. Seven cuts passed with the black katana, and then the figure of it completely altered within the next swing, almost tripling in its width and gaining length to the demonic broadsword Armageddon. The scrawny arms of the Nephalem still managed to lift the blade, in spite of how impossible it appeared, and even swing it with precision and accuracy. Following the broad sweeps to the broadsword, it then narrowed itself and turned itself upon the hilt, transforming into a scythe that Deniel circled around his body repeatedly with an onslaught of destructive cuts. Whilst spinning the scythe around his body, the Nephalem brought it up to in front of him, raising it to the sky, and then splitting it into two. Once again its form changed, this time back to katanas, but there were two of them instead of one this time around, and they were white. By far the motions he made with his twin katanas were the most swift and elegant, as if he had been literally dancing with his blades. Each of them performing a different yet similar motion to the other at the exact same instant, and with each of them going around his body in white blurs that could almost not be seen.
At last the Nephalem gave his exercise which he had all done in place its finishing touch. Rounding up both katanas together in one circular swing, going from down below all the way high above his head, he merged the two blades together following the swift attack, and was left with his initial weapon. The very last attack was a perfect horizontal swing, from left to right, and a glisten of the sunlight off of the black blade. Lowering the weapon after his final attack, he turned to the opposite direction of the grove of trees, spun the blade on his fingers, and very slowly sheathed the black blade into its scabbard once more. And as the blade clicked into a secure place, each and every one of the trees behind the Nephalem were cut across their figures in more ways than one, tumbling over helplessly, crashing into one another, and reduced from mighty and tall wooden figures, to a pile of chopped up wood and logs. Finishing the exercise, the Nephalem at long last opened his eyes, and found himself back into the realm of reality.
Outside of the little world that he created with the assistance of his sword, he was now back on Earthland, located somewhere he...couldn't remember. "Impressive work as always, Deniel." Scratching behind his head, and taking an awkward step forward as he once again adjusted to everything, he only shrugged. "Yeah...thanks..." He remembered now. A small room he had rented...in Talonia. "Something on your mind?" A bed...a closet...drawers. That's all that was in the room, and that's all that he needed. He wouldn't be staying lone, anyway. "Well...I've been thinking...would I be able to teach these skills to someone else?" He sat down on the bed, and from his shoulders the tiny serpent dragon Nidhogg hopped down beside him. "Why on Earthland would you want to do that?" Deniel fell on to his backside, staring straight up blankly at the ceiling, feeling a little negative and down about himself in spite of his skill never waning. "I'm gonna' die one day, Nidhogg...and there will be nothing left. Family, legacy, children...nothing. Maybe I could at least teach someone to fight like me? Something to pass on...?
"I suppose some of your skills could be passed on...since you can't have kids, and there are no other Nephalem like you. Who did you have in mind?" Frowning for a brief moment, Deniel sat up once again on his bed, and pushed himself right off of it. As he did so, Nidhogg once again leaped up right on to his shoulder, standing upright on its hind legs. "I know who..." And the person he had in mind was certainly not someone he could just call out for, not like he used to anyway. They needed to be tracked down in some way or another, found. She was in hiding after all. Fortunately for Deniel, tracking her down would be no issue, especially considering they were more than likely in the same place currently: Talonia. This is where he had met her, and as he recalled...the Soul Bar is where he did so. And if memory served him correctly...the bartender. "He called her Ven." He unintentionally said it out loud, a little awkward since he was in the middle of the streets now, on his way.
Luckily no one payed him no heed or attention. The key to that was that 'Ven' was a nickname, and he wouldn't call he that unless he knew her very well like Deniel did. Must mean she visits frequently...or lives there. Hmmm.... It was a solid lead, much more solid the initial time Deniel attempted to track down the blonde. This time he actually had an accurate depiction of her in his head, and hopefully this time she would be much more pleasant in introductions.
Entering the Soul Bar, in a much less mysterious and sketchy way that he did last time--mainly because he lacked the black cloak he wore with his initial encounter--his eyes scanned around. She wasn't anywhere to be seen in sight...but he did sense her Magic Power. It was close, and there was no doubt that she was here. Immediately his eyes looked straight up at the ceiling. Second floor...? Bartender was his next lead. It was almost like he was in a state of Déjà vu. In Soul Bar, looking for Venir, and the first person he would be looking for was Venir. Except this time it wasn't to catch up, no...he had a real object this time around. One that she might be surprised to learn about, but hopefully more or less welcoming towards it. "Yo...is Ven around? Upstairs, maybe?"