Gunter finds himself walking through the Crimson Quarter, a place he was once open to finding blood and to splatter passersby, but he now finds himself in a fantastic mood. He's got a pep in his step as he walks down the road, drinking out of a bottle of whiskey, sharing it with his Dardian as they walk and getting absolutely fuckered as they're on the way to lord knows where. They spent the night so far chain smoking, drinking and occasionally Kratos the Dardian would fuck a hooker or two. The Dardian may be Gunter's companion, but he too has good taste in hookers, smokes and alcohol.

They eventually find themselves outside of an establishment called 'Cheesey's'. Normally Gunter wouldn't be caught dead in a place with that name, but he entered. Maybe it was because he was highly intoxicated. Regardless, he made his way up to the door, Kratos cracked his fingers, and kicked open the door and sending it off its hinges. They stepped inside the establishment which was cockroach-infested, smelled of shit, and it only had one patron because nobody had come by to pick up the corpse yet.

A gangly deformed man that looked more beast than human with green gangrenous skin to the point that he looked like he was rotting away, stands behind the bar and looking at shock and amazement at the fact that he finally got two living customers in his bar. The man speaks in a way where it sounds like he's more so gasping for air while at the same time gargling on whatever's caught in the back of his throat.

"G-GREETINGS, SIR. WHA-WHAT CAN I GET FOR YOU?"

Gunter looks at the 'man', and says, "I'll take two of your best."

Now if Gunter and the Dardian were not shittered at the moment they would've noticed that despite how shitty the bar looks, the liquor that was in stock was of the kind of high quality that you'd find in a regular establishment. Unfortunately for Gunter, they wouldn't be able to tell the difference between piss and lemonade. So to him, it just doesn't matter at all. The man drops two bottles of fine, quality whiskey on the bar as Gunter and the Dardian sit down. The two slam their bottles together and take a swig. Gunter puts down his bottle and lights a cigarette, saying, "You know what we need? More drink."

As the people in the bar, basically all two of them were sitting and having drinks or whatever they were doing heard the door open again to this run-down place and they most likely did not expect what they saw. A monstrous man easily over six and a half feet tall and looked like he weighed as much as a bear. His long brown hair went past his shoulders, and his clothing was a set of leather pants known as a Fustanella, that covered his legs to his knees and a blue silk cloth that was held between those parts. The belt that held all of this together was covered in fur and metal studs. The man also did not wear any shoes and his feet showed it based on the amount of wear and tear on the bottom of his soles. On his back was a club that was over a meter long which seemed to fit on his back well even it might have been the same size as a fully grown man across his back.

As the man looked around the room, his eyes landed on the man in the corner along with his demonic thing. Ragnar did not care about this as he went up to the bartender and while he was greeted like normal it was clear that Ragnar was not here for pleasure or fun. He leaned onto the bar and said something to the bartender, at which point he went white with fear as he nodded before going into the back room and coming back out with a brown paper bag and handed it to this massive man. Ragnar nodded to the man before turning to leave the bar, having less interest in staying here than any other as there was nothing here to keep him interested.

Gunter looks towards the tiny, muscular man with his big stick who enters the bar. As he does, he says to his Dardian, "Hey Kratos we got another drinking buddy that just walked in! Bartender, bartender, grab this man a drink!" At this point as the small man walks up to the bar, Gunter looks the man up and down, sizing him up; clearly not in height as he's much smaller, but in muscle mass he has the advantage. He says, "Holy shit, his parents must have fed him a whole horse! This man grew up to be a shit brickhouse! Kratos, he's about as big as you!" As Gunter remarks this, he lights up a cigarette of a fine brand and blows the smoke towards the man's general direction and face. The smoke smelled of death, as all cigarettes did, and the resulting fragrance would undoubtedly catch itself on the small man and cling to him. Not that it was magical, or anything. Simply that smoke had that disgusting way of leaving its phantasmal grip on you, emanating off of you until your next shower and the next washing of clothes. In that same way, the buff man would definitely smell of smoke. Gunter would then roll a cigarette towards the man, offering him one.

As soon as that's done, Gunter takes a drink from the bottle he had ordered from the bartender earlier, drinking its contents more and more. After taking a sip, Gunter takes his bottle and passes it to his Dardian. The Dardian already had a bottle of his own, but only had the one sip taken from it. The pale Warrior gives a nod to Kratos; a wordless way of communicating that they'll share the one bottle for now. After taking a swig, the bottle is passed back to Gunter. He adjusts in his chair and asks the muscular patron near him, "So what brings you to Cheesey's good sir? Some drink? Some food? Ah, maybe you got lost looking for the prostitutes. Me and Kratos were going to go spitroast one later."

Gunter takes another drink and then slides it back to the Dardian. Gunter then blows smoke in the muscular man's face again while Kratos drinks, and the beastly creature then slides the bottle back to Gunter who then takes another swig. Gunter snaps his fingers towards the small giant as if to see if he reacts to it or if he's okay. Gunter notices the man lean over and whisper to the bartender who went to grab something from the back. "And while you're back there why don't ya grab some fucking wings or something for me and my new drinking buddy?" Gunter chimes in asking the bartender.

In this moment, as the unknown giant waits for his order, Gunter pipes up. "My name's Gunter. What's yours, you big lug?" Gunter takes a huge swig of his drink, slides his bottle across the counter again and Kratos takes a huge drink out of it and gasps in satisfaction. Kratos shrugs towards Gunter, enjoying his time just passing drinks and shooting the shit.

When the bartender coming back with the brown paper bag, Gunter pipes up again and asks, "Oh is that the fucking wings? OH sweet, let's dig i-" as his new drinking buddy walks away with his bag. "Hey buddy, what the hell? You not even going to wait and drink with your old buddy Gunter? Fucking lightweight." Gunter spits on the ground. Kratos slides the bottle back towards his friend, and Gunter takes another swig. Kratos growls as the muscular man walks away, dragging his beast-like fingers across his throat as a taunt.

Gunter looks at Kratos and says, "This town has nothing but pussies, pushovers, pansies and layabouts. Not to mention people who are so goddamn ungrateful that they won't even have a beer with a traveler that came from faraway lands. What the fuck is this?"

Gunter stands up alongside Kratos. Kratos walks behind the bar and beside the bartender while Gunter begins to talk once more. Gunter says, "Look buddy, I've dealt with vamps, werewolves, and many ungrateful pricks. Let me tell you something. This entire exchange of words here came from me. I've tried to be friendly, offered you a drink, food, and you haven't said a word to me. That's pretty rude. Ungrateful. I don't know who raised you, maybe a bunch of cave savages. But when a man offers you a drink, you can at least let him know whether you're gonna drink with him or fuck off. Instead you came in here with your big wooden stick, scaring the bartender..."

At that moment, Kratos grabs the bartender by the head and slams his face into the counter, crushing his skull instantly, smearing blood everywhere and letting his corpse slide down to the floor.

"I dunno if you were asking him out on a date or what? What I'm getting at is that you've been pretty rude so I want a goddamn apology and you can either drink with us or fuck off. And besides, the drinks are free, so come and drink with me, bud."

Gunter opens his Eye of Kaom while getting his next drink, so that he can keep an eye on the small muscular man while still drinking his drink, not caring for the loss of the bartender. Kratos finishes off the last of the whiskey, and puts another bottle on the bar. One empty bottle, two full on the countertop next to Kratos. The two of them were two meters apart. Gunter, already standing and taking notice of his potential drinking buddy or potential fight. It was a good thing he'd brought his gear with him on his nightly escapade, axe ready to be drawn at a moment's notice, armor and helmet worn snug. As was said, he did so love to fight. A bar brawl was exactly the thing he wanted. With the exiting man 13 meters away and his Eye of Kaom active, if a fight were to start he'd be ready.

Once he heard the two men talking Ragnar realized that this was not going to be an easy grab for him. As Ragnar stood there for a moment and right before he was about to talk to the bartender the two men came next to him, one on either side of him. The moment Ragnar heard them speak to him with such disrespect he felt his blood start to boil in his veins but he did manage to keep his cool on the outside. He had gotten much better about his temper over the past several months joining his guild and he wasn't about to cause problems now in a city that he wasn't in control of to cause an issue but apparently these two had it in their minds that they wanted to start a fight and Ragnar was going to be willing to give that to them if they kept getting in his way.

Ragnar listened to the man talking about having sex with a prostitute before blowing smoke into Ragnar's face. Ragnar acted at that moment, as this man was close enough to him, less then a meter that it was very unlikely that now he would expect a sudden rush of aggression from Ragnar even if he was fully armed and armored like he was. Gunter was on his right less than a meter away and his other friend was behind him. Ragnar reached behind the man, grabbing him by the back of his armor, right at the neck joint putting his fingers down into the gap in the armor and then pushing his face down and slamming it into the bar, dealing an S rank of Damage to his helmet, which would still rattle his skull around even if it did take the blow successfully.  Ragnar then reached with his left hand and grabbed the man's left arm, which he most likely would use to try and brace himself from the slamming into the bar. If he managed to grab ahold of the arm, he would hold onto it tight, dealing another S rank of damage to that arm as he holds it in place at which point he would lift the man by his armor and given Ragnar's strength this was not an issue as he held Gunter in front of Kratos using him as a human shield while Ragnar attempted to rip Gunter's arm off his body with his other hand.

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As soon as Ragnar begins his assault, grabbing the back of Gunter's armor with the clear intent of harm due to the motion of the way his arm was starting to move, Kratos immediately slams his fists into the ground, that being the motion for one of his attack spells. As soon as the fists make contact with the ground, which would be at the same time as Gunter's helmet hitting the bar counter, stone spikes would rush forward 8 meters in all directions. Kratos being only half a meter away from Gunter at the time, practically right next to him and Ragnar, the spikes would run through both of them within 0.025th of a second after Kratos had slammed his fists, during which point Ragnar would have been slamming Gunter into the counter.

Right before hitting the counter, Gunter would have activated his Eye of Kaom and rotates his body. During the process of his face and body being pushed down, he doesn't fight against it. He instead turns his upper body to face Ragnar, taking the brunt of the damage to the right side of his face, his helmet taking A-rank damage due to the innate physical resistance of armor. As that's happening, with Kratos having unleashed his spell moments prior, the stone spikes would penetrate both Ragnar and Gunter at the same time, breaking Gunter's helmet and Ragnar being hindered all throughout his body due to the spell's AoE properties. Gunter wearing armor, however, would not be hindered by this damage. Ragnar, however, would be in immense pain throughout his whole body upon a direct hit from the spikes for A-rank damage and would likely recoil in pain and release Gunter from his grip. In that moment, during rotation, Gunter swings a punch with his right arm to make contact with either Ragnar's torso or right leg depending on Ragnar's position after Kratos' spikes would hit, the punch dealing A-rank damage.

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As Ragnar's hand slid into the man's armor and he started to move his body into the counter he realized that he might have made a mistake as he looked out of the corner of his eye to see the man next to Gunter, Kratos threw his hands down towards the ground and spikes shot out of the ground at a high rate of speed. Ragnar realized that he could not stop his attack fast enough to dodge out of the way of this motion as his opponent skull hit the bar, shattering it to pieces, the earth spikes effectively covered the entire area of the bar along the bartender behind the bar was dead.

As the spikes entered Ragnar's body he felt an immense amount of pain as his legs and arms and torso were pierced by the spikes, not able to easily think his way through this as he then noticed that his opponent had taken this hit as well but his armor seemed to have protected him from this shot. He was very surprised as well when he saw that the man had a third eye that had opened at which point the armored fist of Gunter entered Ragnar's stomach and Ragnar felt his mind go dark as he passed out, hanging from the spikes that pierced his arms, legs, and torso.


[Ragnar Lost]

Gunter, who has sobered up from the onslaught of spikes and from getting his face slammed into the bar, looks at the now-unconscious herculean god, thinking to himself "Wow if I didn't have Kratos watching my back, I would've been fucked." He looks at the bartender, seeing his corpse impaled every which way by the Dardian's spikes. "A lot of fucking help you were... prick." Gunter says to the bartender. "You had one goddamn job: call the guards if a fight starts. But no, no, you get yourself impaled by stone spikes. You useless bastard."

Gunter looks back at Kratos who hasn't taken any damage, and is currently going through the bartender's clothes to find any Jewels to get his money back. He wants a refund. He finds hidden cash in the back of the store. Kratos, taking his money, spits on the bartender's corpse before getting ready to leave. Gunter looks at the strange man who he never got the name of, and tells Kratos to pick him up. Gunter says to Kratos "I dunno who this guy was, but I know exactly what I gotta do." Gunter, with the help of Kratos, take the strange man down the main road to the nicer part of town in the direction of a certain building that will house this man.

The building has two guards out front, standing in front of the entrance. The guards look at Gunter suspiciously because he's carrying someone unconscious with clear battle wounds. The guards approach him and ask, "What are you doing with that guy?"

"Oh, I'm just here to drop him off. Buddy got a little frisky with me, so he can sleep it off and think about what happened when he wakes up." Gunter walks right past the two guards and into the building: the closest inn he could find that wasn't Cheesey's. He goes up to the bartender of the establishment which was called the Red Dragon Inn. He asks the owner for the key to a room. Paying for the room with his own money, Gunter heads upstairs and drops this unknown man on the bed.

He heads downstairs, and asks for paper and a pen to write for this muscular man, writes a quick note, and leaves the man to sleep it off.

The note reads: "Alright, buddy. I never got your name so I'm just going to call you John. Well, John, I may have been a little overzealous. I was a little drunk. So I apologize for my somewhat slightly antagonizing words. I don't know who you are, and sorry for kicking your ass. So I guess I'll leave it at that. If you ever want to go out for an actual beer and some wings, you can hit me up... drinks are on you, though.

P.S. I'll probably be in Hosenka for a few days. If you happen to find me on the street, then we'll go for drinks." - Signed, Gunter Von Wolf from Penumbral Guard

Gunter leaves the room after tucking John in. Gives him a little kiss on the forehead. Turns off the lights behind him, and whispers "Sleep well, bud." With that, he closes the door gently, looks at Kratos, and says "Alright, let's get a couple drinks here and then fuck off!"

Gunter and Kratos head downstairs and get a drink; a bottle of the good stuff from the bartender, and tosses him the Jewels with a 5 Jewel tip and they hit the streets. They walk by the guards with an open bottle as they go off drinking down the main road.

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