"The lord reigns, let the earth rejoice, and the multitude of isles be glad thereof. Clouds and darkness are round about him; righteousness and judgement are the habitation of his throne. A fire blazes before him, and burneths up his enemies round about!" The torrent of blue fire began to fade from Fenrir's arm rapidly, crawling from his shoulder blade down into the palm of his hand, where it began to wrap itself around his hand, forming a small yet infinitely bright flare of Reishi. "Erde Brennt!" The sound of crashing lightning sounded as the flare from his hand rapidly discharged itself, firing out in a massive, bus sized sphere of fire. It collided with the massive sheet of Obsidian Glass before him, leaving a large dent in it's skin before slowly fading. "Heh. And they said Obsidian Glass blended with Reishi was spell proof. Clearly not."

Fenrir slammed the door of the laboratory behind himself, quickly making his way up the stairs. This process happened every few weeks. Fenrir had ordered them to develop the most spell resistant material they could, and every few weeks they called him in to test their latest invention, each one more hyped up than the last. Still, after hundreds of years it seems they had finally made progress. The Obsidian Glass withstood the strongest spell Fenrir could throw at it with only a major dent. No other substance he could think of could take such a blast without being destroyed. Reaching the top of the stairs with a thud, Fenrir slid open the heavy metal door, pulling it shut behind himself as he stepped out into the sun. Outside at last.

It was a decent day, all things considered. Slightly overcast, mild winds, reasonably cool. Just the way he liked it. Still, he wasn't here to daydream. He had to train. He always had to train. He was the military might of the Quincy incarnate, the will of the Vandenreich. He could rest when he was dead. It didn't take him long to reach the Blood Pit, a coliseum style arena in the heart of the Vandenreich. A perfect private training grounds. Stepping into the heart of the arena, he quickly scanned the environment. The basin was massive, at least 60 metres in diameter and perfectly round. The walls were in-tact, though covered in countless tiny scorch marks and holes from where arrows had penetrated it's skin. Time to begin...

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Kreiger had been spending hours upon hours of his day Sitting behind a desk reading the reports and keeping track of the supplies for the Fortress. Honestly with running it like a Military encampment he needed to be ready in case someone decided to lay siege to them. So he had a system where he would keep a subtle amount of supplies stocked up and take from those supplies to keep the place running smoothly. He had it set up so the oldest supplies where used first but only kept enough supplies so that the oldest supplies did not go stale.

Finally he runs his hands down his face and sighs. He could not bear to sit behind this desk a moment longer. He could almost feel his skills as a warrior draining out of him. He felt like if he sat there too long he would solidify as a statue. A memory of the last of his potent blood line. Rising he checks his belt. Smiling as his hand brushes across the 15 Gintō tucked into his belt on his left side. His other hand brushes across the hilt of his Seele Schneider. He looks down at it with a frown. He had taken up the practice of the sword in Ernest over the last year because he could almost sense his next release. Once he had almost managed to materialize it. Much to his surprise it had been a sword of all things.

He shakes his head as he leaves his office heading to the one place his power could not harm the others. The blood pit. It had an ominous name but if he recalled correctly it would be perfect for him to train. However upon arrival he stops mid movement balancing on his forward foot as if to stop himself from walking. Regaining his balance his blue eyes gaze to the pit. He too took in the amount of damage to the walls. But more so the Emperor himself standing there.

Kreiger knew it might be dangerous for him to stay there but curiosity was always a flaw of his. His eyes watch the man a moment just standing there before quietly moving down the steps. How long could he simply watch he wondered. What was the chances of him getting all the way down without being noticed? Kreiger was not a spy in any way but he did want to see something beyond even himself. Something of the utmost excitement. A learning experience really.

Fenrir felt the slight change in the Reishi in the air as someone stepped into the arena. It felt familiar. Krieger. He had spent enough time with his generals to pick out one of their Reiatsu signatures easily. Not moving or acknowledging his presence whatsoever, Fenrir began to stretch, limbering up his joints for a training session. He allowed Krieger to reach the base of the arena before casually acknowledging his presence. "Only spies and assassins try and sneak up on leaders." he said casually, finishing stretching his shoulder blades before turning to face Krieger.

"So, are you after something or are you simply here to train? If it's the latter, I'd be more than willing to spar with you. It has been far too longer since I've faced someone with even the vaguest chance of keeping up with me." Fenrir declared confidently, allowing the Nagelring to fall from the inside of his right glove and hang from his wrist. He rarely revealed this small amulet that functioned as his Quincy cross, although Krieger was a general, he was going to see it eventually anyway. The small, triple headed lion figurine was famously forged from the same Silver that once comprised Juhabach's Quincy Cross, and as such it was one of the most valuable Quincy artifacts in history.

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Kreiger smiled and shakes his head as he decided to simply step into the open. His usual steps could be heard. He never was good for being quiet or even concealing his presence or power. Combine that with the most powerful man he knew and well, Expecting miracles was just not his style. Still his voice replies with a ring of confidence to it.

"Far be it from me to sneak up on the likes of you. I trust your skills haven't decayed so much."

That was about as blunt a statement as any really. See he knew the Emperor stood on a plain of power far beyond him. Hell the appearance of his quincy cross was enough to almost force Kreiger to swallow as his mouth dried. Still He shifts his wrist as his family cross slides down and dangles from his right wrist. The in depth carvings of chains holding down a throne. It was his family crest passed down from before his grandfathers time. It marked him for his potential but he had leagues to cross before being able to truly keep up with the Emperor himself.

"I would not come here if not to better myself. I would cherish the opportunity to see your power demonstrated for myself."

He could sense a fraction of the mans power and in a way it felt overwhelming. But still he stood there. Shaking and cowering was something he had never found himself doing. Instead his bright blue eye's match the Emperors. How long could he last he wondered... What new lengths of power could he achieve by sparring with this man.

"I would not come here if not to better myself. I would cherish the opportunity to see your power demonstrated for myself." Fenrir couldn't help but smile. He hadn't revealed any of his power in years. He hadn't even generated a normal bow in public in over 50 years, as he always trained in private, and when sparring found that no one was worthy enough to face his true power. But still, a general was enough to face him seriously, although he would have to hold back dramatically for it to be a fair fight.

"Ask and you shall receive...She has not had a chance to bear her fangs in a long time." The Nagelring began to shine brightly, tearing at the Reishi in the surrounding environment. Fenrir's ability to draw Reishi out of objects was so powerful that him activating his power began to draw the very moisture out of the air around them, making his mouth feel dry. The Reishi began to compile in his right hand, rapidly forming into the blank silhouette of a revolver. The silhouette flared, and rapidly began to take on detail, forming a solid triple barreled revolver. It's handle was dark red wood, and it's barrels were silver in appearance, with the engraving of a lion wrapping around the barrels, their jaws hanging over the tip of the gun. A perfect replica of the Nagelring hung from the base of the grip.

"Zerberus Gewehr" Fenrir announced proudly, examining the piece. It was certainly beautiful for a weapon of war, especially one that had drawn so much blood. He hadn't revealed it in forever, he had been far too busy rebuilding the empire to worry about sparring or warfare. It was time he dusted off her rust. "I suggest you arm yourself, or this will not end well for you." Fenrir stated coldly, pointing the barrels of his revolver towards Krieger.

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Kreiger sighs as already he could see this heating up. The air felt dry suddenly as the Nagelring began to shine. It took form into what appeared to be a very impressive and frightening...Was that a pistol? Interesting. He had never seen a gun one before. Still he heard the warning to arm himself and the weapon pointed at him.

At this point he had two choices. Escape was the logical choice. No way in hell he could survive if that weapon discharged full power his way. His blue eyes seemed to darken as he realized it was going to take everything he had to even challenge him. But that was fine. He felt his Emperor was a lot like him. No family... Just rage pent up inside and dreams set aside. But his dreams where not nearly as empty as his emotions seemed to be. He felt his power rising within him as his own cross begins to glow.

"Her fangs... and his claws. May both awaken tonight."

He raises his right hand as his surroundings begin to darken at the brightness his Quincy cross and his eyes reflect the light. His right hand being coated in the light like flames licking at the flesh. It reminded him of the burns there but it was only a wound leading to his increase in power. Blades shoot out of the light and slide to a stop on all four points of his wrist. The trigger forming in his palm as he grips it. His ability was also similar in appearance in a way to his Inspiration the emperor. A four sided bladed cross bow. He looks at it and smiles as the light fades. Bringing it up to look at it before calling out.

"Herrn Kreuz. Shatter the chains that bind you down."

He introduces his weapon as he brings it up to point at his sparring partner. He smiles warmly now as they aim weapons at each other. Still with his power flowing out at its best he felt inferior. The sides of the blades had carvings of broken chains. The chains of his heart he supposed. Still a battle was not done sitting still. He looks up and smiles before pulling the trigger. Four blue bolts shoot out simultaneously as he drops down to a crouch to move as fast as he could to the right. Trying to stay low and gather energy. Reloading his weapon with even more energy. It was kind of a pain that he had to reload by concentrating on it every time but it was an extension of him.

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Fenrir couldn't help but smile a bit. He had his power repressed and it was still overwhelming Kriegers. If he had released his full fury, he doubted Krieger would even be able to form Heilig Pfeil given how powerful his pull on Reishi is. Still, now wasn't the time for his pride to talk, he couldn't underestimate his opponent regardless of their rank. Herrn Kreuz. An interesting weapon. Four chambered, as opposed to Fenrir's three. Still, the number didn't matter, the strength did. Speaking of strength, he had fired the first shot. Heh. How... bold.

Zerberus' barrel swayed to the right slightly, lining up the chambers with the path of the incoming arrows. He squeezed her trigger, causing three Heilig Pfeil, both significantly larger than the ones they were to meet to fly out, cancelling out three of the incoming shots. The fourth shot continued onward, plotting a course for Fenrir's forehead.

Fenrir's left hand floated casually up into the path of the oncoming arrow. His hand clenced into a fist, save his pinky finger. The veins on his hand began to glow slightly as he flooded his pinky with Reishi. Kapillaren von Blut, the most basic of all Blut Vene techniques, more than enough to block such a weak attack. The arrow clashed with the tip of Fenrir's pinky, shattering into nothingness. "I am fairly confident a child could produce a stronger attack. You want it more like this..." Fenrir spoke with an almost careless disregard for his circumstance, his eyes drifting lazily around the arena as he tapped his right foot with boredom. Once he finished his sentence, however, his expression changed dramatically, shifting from bored to bloodthirsty in a second. Letting the limit on his power slip for a second, the true force of his Reiryoku began to flow out, a force he rarely revealed.

The lips of Zerberus began to flare brightly, the light flowing from something bright forming in it's topmost barrel, a radiant blue light drowning out all detail of the Gun itself. Fenrir pointed the tip of Zerberus towards Krieger's head, and pulled the trigger. A larger than normal Heilig Pfeil burst from the lips of the gun, volleying directly towards him with haste. A Heilige Pfeil des Mordes. Not the most advanced technique Fenrir could have used by a long shot, but certainly a powerful advanced attack, enough to test his abilities anyway.

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Kreiger felt a sense of frustration at his shot being blocked by a mere pinky. His eyes could perceive that an ability had been used to manage it but still not a damn mark. He clenches his jaw at that as he contemplates what to do. It was clear that at a whim the most basic of shots where nothing but a fly to his opponent so long as the defensive ability Still he had to contemplate how to manage to get closer or fire something that could not be blocked. A couple of Idea's flooded his brain but if he used them the timing needed to be perfect. He needed to try and bind his opponents movements and fire something powerful close enough to do some damage. Of course this was all under the assumption that he was being taken lightly and his binding technique would hold for more then a split second. Naturally it was possible but even if it did hit, Perhaps only the surprise of it was going to be all the time he had.

Looking across at the emperor he frowns and positions himself. He could tell the man was shifting into a bit more of a fighting sense. He did not feel like it was a test of abilities between two warriors at this point but a battle for survival. He could already tell it before the Pistol was once again aimed at his head. It was glowing and he had very little time to react. He could tell somewhat that the ability being preformed was no joke. If he was going to guess it would be something he couldn't dodge. He felt his own weapon wavering from the pull of energy. He grits his teeth and lifts Herrn Kreuz to level it right at the barrels of the hand cannon. He didnt have time to use his most powerful level technique but hopefully he could try to cancel out the others.

It struck him then that this was an opportunity. He was charging up a single shot. Granted it was a powerful one and he could only do one of them at a time he could still fire three more basic shots as well. He concentrates his own pull of the energy around them as well his bond not as powerful but sufficient enough for the technique. He lets his Herrn Kreuz glow bright blue and a fairly large bolt appears over the crossbow. He roars out his determination and releases the Heilige Pfeil des Mordes a mere moment after His opponent did. But under it he fired three arrows. The second technique he used though was an expert rank technique unique to his weapon. Richter Dornen was an expert level technique that split the 3 arrows into six. dropping the arrows from expert level down to Intermediate level but still. Six bolts of decent power where hiding in the shadow of his Heilige Pfeil des Mordes. He could only hope this time they did something. If not he was already feeling the exhaustion of the two expert rank techniques being used in the same moment.

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