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"I see.. Well.."

Those pale green eyes would beam down upon the clerk behind the counter for a few minutes, as if to size up his ability by lookibg at him. He was honestly unsure of whether or not this was actually a good idea. Toshi's craftmanship was some of the finest in all the land. He would never forgive himself if an average smithy were to work the blade into junk. 

Before he finished speaking he would draw his blade over his shoulder and then rest the Zanbato on the counter with quite the thud. He would then finish speaking.

"This blade was forged by the Daiymo's own smithy. I just need the edge refined.. I do not want to waist his smithy's time if I do not have to.. Can you do it without compromising the blade? Else I will take it elsewhere.."

He would continue to stare toward the man, the behrmoth allowing his eyes to wander around once again. This region of the Hörö was quite varied in it's weaponry, and he couldn't help but admire them all as he awaited an answer.

Brandt and company tore through the remaining forces before he felt Takehiro call once again with commands. Letting himself absorb the words the giant would press onward. He believed the tide of battle was in their favor. And Brandt vowed to solidify it. Roaring out as he began to swoop his troops around to flank.

Soon enough he would approach, and his first action would aim at tearing apart one of the cannons. Rushjng it he would approach it from its side before heaving his blade over head and then sending it crashing against the back end of the cannon. If it worked as he planned, thr front half of the barrel would be sheered off, revealing the cannon ball.

His gaunlet would reach and magnitize, sucking the cannon ball firmly into his palm as he turned and then reversed polarity, shooting the cannon ball from his palm and towars the closest arbalast.

Brandt would successfully manage to fend off the first wave of etheral knights, however five etheral Valkyries rose up to take their place. Those pale eyes only widened at the sight. Again he found himself wondering if he had truely fell on the battlefield. However there was still hope inside and he eould show the gods a will like any other.

I cannot have died! I have much to do in this life!

Bracing himself for what he saw as the most likely of attacks, the Nord grasped at his Aegis of Vörn to pull it and the lift it over his head and slam the botten down into the ground in front of him., after pushing his blade into the earth behind him.

This would.give him optimum coverage in front of him, while the thick, wide flat of Brandt's blade would cover the majority of his back side. He thought it unlikely that he would block all javalins, but he was sure he would manage to block the majority of them without suffering any more then a fleshwound or two.

Regardless of the damage he might suffer to his own body, the nord would grasp the brackets on the inside of his shield as he roared out and lifted that heavy shield, twirling before he would release it, the bladed edfes yearning for anything to rip through as the shield flew on. And after the throw he would turn on his toes, and lift his right hand to rapidly expel a barrage of arrows toward any valkrie he saw upon turning.

"YOU WILL NEVER CLAIM MY SOUL! NOT UNTIL I AM READY TO DIE!"

"I see.. This sounds like quite the mess, my friend. However it does not seem entirely hopeless. You did not kill the ex-bandit leader and he did not kill your lord.

Brandt would find himself pondering the situation. He had still not admitted to this Yukimora that he indeed knew both Toshi and Takehiro. In the Nord's eyes this situation seemed trivial and that maybe the errors were not simply that of the Takeda.

"I must confess. I know all too well, both the men you speak of, Yukimora. You have done a good deed this day, saving me. Had you not found me, I woild probably have died and never gone to Valhalla.."

Lifting his right arm toward him chest in a fist, he would stare toward the Takeda officer, stonefaced. He eould hit his chest twice and then extend his hand toward Yukimora.

"You have my word, on my honor. I will speak with Takehiro on the matter.. You see, he has been teaching me your ways, your customs. And he has also been helping me hone my fighting abilities.. I have grown close with him. Saving me this day might be the redemption you saught.."

While Brandt hadn't thought he was in extreme danger, he was glad that he had the Amakusa commanders he did, nearby. Otherwise he might have felt the bite of halbard. However the interception served to free him up, thus allowing the giant Northlander to continue the defense of the arbalasts.

Roaring out with the anger of the gods, those eyes would focus upon the two left that he had just encountered. Leaping, the giant would throw himself into a whirlwind attack, however his knees would be bent and his blade held toward knee level to sever the enemy commander's legs.

"You are NO MATCH for MY MIGHT!!"

However he would keep his wits about them, if either tried to escape his arcs of dismemberment by jumping, he would simply twist out of his crouch and raise the massive sword to hit them in the air. Brandt would not allow himself to let The Demon of Totomi down. He would protect his essential equipment without faulter.

Brandt's eyes would narrow as he saw someone of equal stature heading his way. His lips would part to bear his teeth as he focused upon his mark. With a wild roar he would rush to meet him head on. Activating his shield to sound out his explosive advance toward the giant.

"GRrrrrrrrrrRRRRAAAAAAH!"

However before he finished clearing the gap, his sword would slam into the earth, carving at it as it tugged onward, slowing his pace a bit and causing those massive legs to thrust outward violently as Brandt aimed to slam his heels against his opponent with great force.

 With extreme weight and momentum behind him, it was bound to be a massive blow. It was unorthadox as well, which only helped to bolister his chances. The behemoth would rip his sword from the earth so that the dropkick could follow through completely. If he mqnaged to knock him to the ground he would try to cleave his skull at the forehead, into the ground.

If the god's willed it, he would claim this life and the continue onward to carve his path until he could reach Takehiro to back him up. Regardless of what the Daiymo would think or want, the Nord would be at his side battling. Even to the death if he must.

Brandt's eyes would widen as his opponents neared. Three specifically coming at him with intentions of trying to lay waste to him this day. A wicked smile would tear across the Nord's blood spattered face. He would not see his way into Valhalla this day, nor any soon. There was still much foe him to do in this life. As his opponents approached he would roar out words in a battle hymn.

"Odin! guide me through war and peace
Allfather, give me the wits I need
Thor! Take my rage and give me peace
Asathor, give my rage time to feed

Berserker born with much wit
I speak little and much do hear
For fools words' I give not a whit
Only fools feed axe and spear

Good natured you say?
Nay! you are not!
For mercy you pray?
You will receive naught!

Odin! give me the wits to win this war!
Allfather, hate that cowards' fear
Thor! Give me my rage to strike foes from far!
Asathor, give this fool reason to fear"

While he sung ans waited patiently for his adversaries to step within his range, the behemoth would react, lifting bis sword horizontally across his body as he activated his shield's ability and an explosion ripped out. His goal was allow it to rocket him forward so he could slam the flat of his Zanbato into all three and knock then back.

If it connected as he planned, he would rotate his body around in a 360, swinging his hefty sword around as he did. Brandt would twist the handle to activate the gunpowder and propell him forward toward them even faster. With luck he would have caught them by surprise and tore their bodies apart.

The Nord would feel as if Takehiro spoke from inside his brain,  asking him to hold his position. While the foriegner was itching to join the fray, he would instead do his bidding. It was clear Takehiro had tactics to play out, and that when it was time for 'The Sword of The House of Strength' to strike down, his friend would let him know.

I trust your judgement, Takehiro..

Patiently he would watch as the clash began. Admiring thr command that The Demon of Totomi had over his army. It was someyhing beautiful to watch within the theatre of war. And Brandt would watch closely and learn as much as he could in the mean time.

"I see.."


The giant remained quiet for a moment as he contemplated what to do. This man had admitted to knowing him and had given him the truth or what he assumed so to be, about their current standings. Takehiro had never mentioned this man before, though it really wasn't the giant's business in the first place.

"Broken bonds.. They are a tough thing my friend. Especially to men of honor and strength. What has happened between you and this Takehiro, if I might ask? I am no expert at mending bonds.. However I may be able to givr you.. Outsider input."

Brandt would still not reveal that he knew the Daiymo directly, moreso that he has and still was a mentor. However he knew not the history, nor would he make a rash decision. With luck, maybe Brandt would weld the chains of friendship back together. The nord still felt he owed the man much, and if these two were good friends, it would be a shame to let Takehiro lose this man. He seemed to be alright.

Brandt would listen, snorting slightly at his comment. It would make sense if the man knew him, the northlander assumed that many people probably did. However the man's latter question would cause the giant to tread lightly himself. After all, he han said 'Who hadn't heard' of him. The nord pondered why exactly he would ask, if it was common knowledge.

"No.. But I have heard of the Daiymo's exploits and that he resides in this territory. I am a sell-sword and something of a bsttlefiend.. I have a thing for searching out the strongest and seeing their might for myself.."

Why did Brandt not simply tell this man then truth? The foriegner was still learning the political layout of the land. He knew not who had descrepentcies with others and he was in no shape to fight, should this man become an enemy. Powerful men usually had equally powerful adversaries.

"You are quite fast yourself, my friend.. If I hadn't approached this spar with an ere of caution then I might not have been as fortunate.

Brandt's words rolled out as he hunched over, tearing cloth from his cloak to wrap the wound upon his leg. Had this been a life or death fight the Nord would have pushed on until he had the man hanging from the hilt of his blade.by his entrails. However he had not needed to go to such lengths this day.

"Alas, this was a friendly bout.. Should we ever meet on the battlefield, may the gods choose the mightiest warrior.."

Lifting his sword up and over his head with ease, the behemoth would replace it into the brackets of his shield. Those pale green hues would continue to stare defiantly toward the male ahead of him. He couldn't quite figure out where to put this warrior before him. He had earned a minimal amount of respect from the nord but he would reserve his judgement of the man for another time.