“I did not come here to argue against your religious dogma, nor to answer to your so called gods. I have come to rescue Natalia from those who would do her harm. Whether they be the gods you love so much or those who foolishly claim to be her family.” Drogen, Son of Lisana

As the gods began landing consecutive blows against Drogen’s parries, Balthazar came running from his hiding place, a massive war hammer held tightly in his hands. The war hammer was half as tall as he was, and upon it were engraved many thousands of runes, but one set stood out as being its namesake, “Unsterblich.”

“He-he-he! Look, Uther, another toy for us to play with.”

“I don’t like him, Ether. We ssshould dissspossse of him quickly and play with the other one.He’sss much more interesssting.”

“Right you are, Uther. Much more interesssting. I want to sssee what elssse he can do.”

“The other’s use of wind is nothing compared to ours.” Ether laughed

Balthazar swung his hammer down toward Ether’s skull, but as it fell, a gust of wind met his blow with stronger magnitude, sending Balthazar’s war hammer flying back over his head. Although he was able to keep hold of its shaft, he was thrown off-balance, forcing him to step back a few feet to compensate. Uther was there to meet his retreat,and a gust of wind hit him like a brick wall as Ether righted himself and used the same force, suspending Balthazar in midair.

Drogen ran to Balthazar’s aid but found himself being forced back by a massive gust that sent him reeling backward in position to see every last detail of what they were going to do to the one and only friend he had found comradery with during his time in Lundwurm Tul. The only father figure he’d ever known.