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[Pride, Strength, Ambition and The Future]

I may have Brandt start up a faction in the near future. Anyone interested?

Just as the group of naked men were being forced from the in, one more would join the fray! The large naked man scurried around the corner of the inn, sneaking up behind The Demon of Totomi. However he was not simply clothless.. The giant Nord was covered in what looked to be a mixture of mud, twigs and a whole lot of blood. His right hand would drop what ot was holding, which was half of a goat. Where the other half went, no one knew.


"Taaakaaa-"


Brant would roar would suddenly, throeing his arms wide before scooping up the Daiymo in his arms to give him the closest, manliest bear hug one had seen on planet earth. It seemed the man did not pay any mind to half the village watching.


"Hiiiroooo~~!!"

Chosen?

The nord stood there in silence, confused about what was taking place at this moment. However the figure that appeared disipated and that was when the weapons rose upward. Gritting his teeth, the warrior readied his Zanbato in preparation.

When the sword came in, Brandt would magnatize the handle of his Zanbato and begin to spin on his heels. Swinging his massive sword around he would look to try and sweep them all up onto his sword as he spun, the shield on his back protecting him from strikes from behind. 

If he collected them all as he was attempting, he would continue to spin a couple more rotations and then aimed to reverse the magnatization and shoot the weapons as far away from him as he could.

"Alright. Would you have me stay by your side, or should I split ranks and move as I see fit?"

Brandt would do whatever was asked of him. If Takehiro needed him to take care of something specific, he would. Otherwise he didn't really have a plan in mind. Apart from hacking every soldier he ran into pieces if he must. There was no way the would suffer defeat this day. Brandt knew the gods would not forsake them so. Thor was on their side.

Brandt let something of a smile creep onto his face as the baslisk came for him. The giant would watch as its jaws snapped open. The nord would simply turn, so that when the serpent's jaws snapped down they would do so upon his shield. Which that shield would be activated to blow the Basilisk to bits, and probably any others in proximity as well. If it worked, he would turn to charge and cleave at the next closest thing, be it man-turtle or demon snake.

[OOC: Unsure of what dex boost is for weights.]

Turnjng on heels to congratulate and celebrate with the rest of his slab moving partbers, he would give a small nod to the female close by that had joined him before returning his attention toward the task at hand.

Their next trial was sure to be a difficult one, even with the number of soldiers on their side. Knowing Takehiro's abilities in battle, they had their work cut out for them. Brandt would move foreward and grasp the standard issue Zanbato from the weapon rack and then turned to face the Daiymo and his second-hand.

Dropping the weights as instructed, Brandt's whole body would thank him for it. However he was still growing tired from such an intense regiment. However he would not allow it to hold him back and slow him down. Soldiering through, the giant would rush in without hesitation.

Once he neared the two men head on the behemoth would side-hop toward the left to bring his sword across the front of both men, howevee the apex of the sword strike aimed more directly at Toshi than Takehiro.

Brandt would nod in agreement with the male near by, even if he still disliked the idea greatly. However he would keep it in his mind to visit this man at his dojo some day soon. After all, he was definitely curious about 'The Raging Inferno' The Nord couldn't help but wonder if he was as strong as The Demon of Totomi.

"I believe I will take you up on the offer.. I shall heed your advise and rest for a few moons.. But that is it. I will then meet you at your dojo."

Brandt would stare toward the man blankly after he spoke. Almost to tell him he would be ready and taking things seriously when he met him there. Training was much better when you didn't have to hold back. The viking also had an impression to make.

"How do you think the peace talks will go, Takehiro? I do not fear their numbers. We can crush them if we have to.. But if we can convince them to join your cause, Think of the man power you would gain.."

Brandt continued to stand, watching patiently. He wasn't really one for horses, or so it seemed horses just weren't meant to hold a behemoth such as Brandt. At least no horse he had seen thus far. So as always, this battle was to be done on foot.

If things did start to sizzle, the Nord would be sure to show them the might of Odin and Thor this day. Brandt had been honing his skills as of recently, and now it was time to see the fruits of his labor in action.





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This day thus far had been quite ordinary, infact the strolling giant was rather bored. Having taken this day to rest, the Nord found himself wandering outside of his current place of renting. The rugged terrain cued Brandt in that he was in a mountanous area. Having left his weapons at home, Brandt found himself grqsping a make-shift walking stick as he took in his surroundings.

Those pale green hues would settle upon something that caught his eye. The vegitation was a rather unique mushroom. The color a deep purple, with traces of white. As he observed it for a few moments longer, Brandt's stomach would rumble. The giant wouls glance down at the small group of mushrooms before scooping them up into his mouth and chewing them to bits. They tasted a bit nutty and left s hint of... Shit ... In his mouth.

"H-huurgh.. That was a horrible idea.."

Indeed it was. Having decided to continue on his treck, it wasn't long beforr Brandt's stomach began to churn. Hunching over, the giant would begin to vomit all over the path he had been walking. Wiping the remnants from his face he would swear as he continued onward. However soon enough something strange began to happen. The dimming.daylight grew lighter, and all the colors in the forest grew in vibrant intensity before it began to swirl his surroundings almost as if by magic. The world ebbed to and fro, before the northlander mistepped and soon.found himself rolling down a mountain side.

Of course in his eyes it was as if he was made of rubber and bounced every time.he hit ground. Higher and higher he bounced until he found himself flying over the moon. Eyes wide the giant let out the most feminem scream he had ever produced. His vision soon faded though as he made his descent toward earth. Everything went rainbow before he hit the ground.

When Brandt came to he was completely distraught. He had no idea what had just happened to him. And now to top it off, it seemed.he was in a foriegn land, even more foriegn than before. There were multiple large huts, towering up into the sky. His eyes squinted as the sunlight reflected off the windows. The sounds that rushed his ear drums were alien. Loud obnoxious horn sounds. The close sound of an ocean of treading feet. And somewhere close by he could hear and feel a celebration of some kind, however the music was obnoxious and unnatural all in itself.

"Odin's beard.. Where in Helgvan have I gone!?"

Brandt's large hands would lift to his ears as he moved looked down to the ground. Whatever he stood in smelled of foul rot and contained used and discarded items of strange origins. Grabbing the side of the dumpster, the Nord would lift himself out and then move down the alley way toward the only opening he saw.

He could see a vast number of people passing by the entrance to the alley, all garbed in strange attire. Some didn't even look human! Everywhere he looked upon the street he saw people posing, and bright flashes of light erupting from these little hand held boxes. Brandt had no idea what to think. It was as if he was surrounded by creatures from the underworld! And he was defensless to boot.

"Ooooh my gaaaawd~! GATTSUUU~! OHMAIGAWD, OHMAIGAWD, OHMAIGAWD! You HAVE to let me take a pic!"

"Holy crap! He does look a lot like him.. Maaan, you must have spent a fortune on your costume."

"I WAAANT A PIIIC~!"

"Pose for me!"

"Where is the sword, man!? Can't be Guts without the sword!"

Brandt began to panic as he was rushed by q group of 'demons'. All the giant could see was cat ears, mask and flashes of light. Of all times to leave his weapon behind! Frantically looking around, the viking caught sight of a man with blonde spikey hair. Upon his back he wielded a 'blade' much like the Nord was accustomed. Releasing a mighty battle cry, the giant would rush forward and bowl the crowd surrounding him over.

"H-heey! Watch it!"

"I didn't even get a picture!"

"Oh man! Guts has his sights on Cloud!"

"EPIC CLOUD VERSUS GATTSU LARP!"

Brandt ignored everything the 'demons' said. They were not going to trick him, the giant would never allow himself to be played a fool as such. Leaping into the air, Brandt would slam his feet into the cloud cosplayer, knocking him away while his sword hit the ground. However it made very little noise, which only confused him more. Reaching down he would grasp the blade, pulling it around to attack the closest 'demon' he saw.

 The 'buster sword' would connect with the side of some weird, yellow rat-like human with red dots upon its cheek and a tail like a lightning bolt. The Nord would stare in disbelief as his newly acquired sword broke in half, sending foam shrapnel about.

"WHAT TRICKARY! THIS MUST BE LOKI'S DOING! I WILL TEAR EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU TO BITS!"

However just as he was preparing to rage out and rush more demons, he felt the strange bite of something metal hook to his skin. Before he could really react, he felt as if Thor himself struck him with intense lightning. Brandt flailed about and foamed at the mouth as three policemen subdued him with their tasers. The last thing he remembered was staring up at the sun and watching it explode into confetti.

Brandt awoke half submerged in a stream. His clothing was soaked and torn and the male now had a gash on his cheek and multiple cuts and bruises else where. It seemed he had taken a wrong step somewhere. He would roll over and hurl once more before picking himself up and trying to figure out how to get back. All the while he could-'t get the dream he had out of his head.

"I-I will NEVER.. touch those mushrooms.. again.."

Just curious to see what people put. I know I like to have a good theme, be it battle or otherwise, that helps to represent their character. Took me a while, but here is mine:

Brandt's Theme:
youtu.be/z0PvZGVPiJU

Lyrics:
Norwegian—————————————————--English translation

By the gods! How does this man keep up with all this!?

Brandt had stared slack-jawed as Takehiro and Toshi began to move in and line massive rock slabs up for what he assumed would be another test. Takehiro's strength still amazed the giant. He surely was strong for such a small frame. Brandt would stand up again. He could still feel the burn from carrying so much weight, however he was growing use to it.

However the test that came took him by surprise, though maybe it shouldn't have. Takehiro ordered ten soldiers per slab, to pick them up and move them to the armory. Brandt would glance back and fourth at the distance between the two. This was not going to be easy.

Not recognizing anyone specifically to pair with, Brandt would move to settle himself at one of the slabs. The giant would stand tall as he waited for his group to gather. Once they were settled he would communicate to them.

"Three at each end, the rest support the middle with me.. I shall try to bare the weight in the center.."

Once they positioned themselves, they would carefully lower the granite slab, straining and grunting as Brandt prepared himself to haul this the best that he could. It was as if he was trying to hold the planet itself up. His teeth would grind as they began to slowly move the granite slab toward it's destination.

"D-do n-not.. Let this.. D-damn thing f-fall on me! M-move in unison!"

The task would not be by far the most difficult so far. The weights upon his ankles bore down on him and to top it all off it seemed to get even heavier when they reached the halfway mark. He would soon feel the patter of water upon the top of his head. However refreshing it was, the added weight was no help.

"H-hold stead-dy men!"

Eventually the group would reach their goal, exhausted without a doubt. Brandt would once again find himself resting upon the ground, his back resting upon the cool surface of the stone slab. Id this was all for naught, he would not stay here to endure such trials. But the giant knew he would emerge a refined warrior above the mediocre. Thus, he would absorb the abuse and strengthen his will.

This is bad.. I must fix this situation before it grows out of hand. 

Pale green hues stared at the chaotic scene before him. Angry crowds gathered on either side of the village center, screaming and roaring back and fourth. Brandt was unsure of exactly what the cause was, but the giant wanted to put a stop to this before a civil war broke out.

Often times the male has dealt with similar cases before. However he had never been the one trying to lead negotiations. Vikings generally just preferred rushing the enemy and killing them. Brandt did not want to see that kind of thing happen here this day.

The large male would take the chance and stroll toward the center of both groups. At first he tried to get their attention with words, but it seemed his voice was over powered by the angry mob at either side. Raising that massive Zanbato, Brandt would twist the handle and let the explosion sound out instead.

"ENOUGH! All this useless bickering and fighting.. For what!? Kill each other to what means? Why this useless fighting?"

Some people got scared, some simply stood there from shock and awe. Some, however, grew more aggressive. It irked Brandt to hear of the issues shouted here and there from the crowd. Tiny issues like land and crop disputes. There were better ways to deal with such things that didn't lead to needless suffering or death.

"Are we all not man? Do we all not need to drink and eat alike? This is suppose to be a community! You should be able to depend on your neighbors and work things out!"

Oy! Who the hell are you to have a say anyways, giant!? You aren't a part of this 'community'!

"You right, I am not.. But I have seen countless villages fall apart like this where I hail from. Do you really want to kill each others children!? Do you really want to murder friend's and their relatives!?"

He's got a point..

..Maybe he's right..

SHUDDAP YA BIG OAF!

YEAAAH! This is none of your concern!

BEAT IT!!

Brandt's teeth would grind together as he struggled to maintain a calm demeanor. It seemed these people wouldn't listen to his words of wisdom. A few men from each side approached him drawing weapons. The Nord would simply shake his head in disappointment.

"You are making a mistake.."

But once again his words fell upon deaf ears as the men rushed him. Brandt's hands already grasping the Zanbato, he would wait till the group was in range before ruthlessly forcing the flat end of his sword into the small squadron of men. They would all be knocked unconscious with a single strike.

"BY RULE OF YOUR DAIYMO AMAKUSKA TAKEHIRO, I DEMAND YOU LAY DOWN YOUR ARMS! If not.. I will resort to informing him in person.. And when I return, I will bring down a hell unlike any other if you do not comply.

A fire like never before was lit in the giant's eyes. If he had to, he would slaughter them to get away. However he prayed to Baldr that he wouldn't have to do such a thing. Scanning his surroundings, he would watch as the crowds quickly began dispersing.

The behemoth from the Nord would slide his sword back into the brackets of his shield, and watch as the masses filed away. It seemed he had finally made them see the light. He would stay a bit longer to ensure he was successful, before finally setting off into the world once again.