A debt won't pay itself...

How long had it been since his life had been drastically restarted? One month? Two months? Time seemed to be passing in a blur, each passing day smearing across the Dark Knight's mind so much that it was comparable to the blood that was smeared upon the ground with every step he had taken since that day. But for certain, regardless of how long it had been, the resurrected warrior had found himself in a land far different from the one he'd been reborn in. The creatures here far exceeded the size of even the largest butcher he'd seen in his apparent home country of Pergrande, although this was perhaps fitting for a land of which was infamous for having rather chubby beasts. Unfortunately for these obese creatures, the knight was now in their homelands. Almost as soon as he'd entered this peculiar land he had been set upon by some massive monstrosity intent on making him their latest little snack, only to find its life extinguished in the blink of an eye. The fat bugger was on the table tonight.

Odin Warr continued his venture across Fat Monsterland, dragging his grotesque trophy along the ground behind him in one hand while his other held the reins of his trusted steed Aurelio. While this would certainly suffice for tonight, he still lacked that which he really required to survive; a human target. In the time he'd spent here, Odin had yet to find a fellow human being. How was he to pay his debt if there was no-one here? The thought however had not crossed the hardened knight's mind, nor would it need to. After all, by the powerful magical energy that he was beginning to feel in the air around him, he would surely find a suitable payment before long.

The magical energy had grown stronger and stronger with every step the dark knight took. It appeared as if the source of the power was approaching him at the same pace as he himself was walking, which wasn't difficult given the fact that Odin was carrying a huge monster behind him. As he made it to the top of a hill he was able to make out a lone figure in the distance; a lone yet powerful figure, as a burst of energy flew across the ground and caused Aurelio to whinny in surprise. Odin hadn't expected this action either as he had to quickly brace himself so that he wasn't pushed back down the way he had walked. Whoever this figure was, it was from him that this phenomenal magical energy was emanating.

"That's a powerful soul." he spoke, as he let go of the beast and of the reins to his steed. He rolled his right shoulder once before he began walking down the other side of the hill towards Lyserg. Clearly this man didn't appreciate Odin's intrusion. This just made the resurrected warrior want this soul more.

While Odin's memories and the majority of his emotions were void from his mind, the honour he held from his time as a General of the Pergrande army was something that had stuck with him throughout his transformation into the Dark Knight. As the two men now stood just meters from one another Odin could feel the full extent of his would-be opponent's magical power that seemed to exude from every pore in his body. What was more, Lyserg's words had cut through the near-silence like a knife, an authoritative tone that Odin felt oddly familiar with. It held a level of respect, such as a knight should before dueling. Respect for the opponent was important back then, and it was equally as important now as he kept his hands to his sides, not yet drawing his blade.

"Words alone will not prevent my actions. However, your honour is something I respect and appreciate." His cold, equally authoritative voice replied, before he placed a hand over his abdomen and bowed his head. "My name is Odin Warr. I've a debt to pay and only blood shall suffice." He raised his head and looked Lyserg in the eyes, although whether Lyserg would sense that through the Dark Knight's helm was another matter entirely.

No blood has been spilled yet today. He will not be pleased.