(Turning the clocks back a couple or days from the training room rematch)
"Redskinned lard ass!" After Arion came to after gegors last attack He found himself back at the tree he was initially dozing off under not to long after. Obviously he was furious, but clearly there wasn't much He could do about it since Gregor turned out to be that strong. Though he was still weaker over all compared to Arion his abilities and skills, surprised to say, close that gap entirely. "Damn it all. He sure is stronger now. Probably should've kill him the first time we met like I wanted to." He was now stuck there pondering the pros and cons of quitting and/or killing Gregor. As time passed the peaceful scene before him,(minus the two small craters nit far away), plus the calming breeze that had chosen now to return. "The little piss ant and his stupid flames." Arion decided he would simply go back and tell Gregor where Ashur was. And punch him hard in the face. Which came first was still to be determined. Regardless all that would come after a short nap. His wings still hadn't grown back some of there feathers yet and it would still be a while before Gregor decided to come check on him. He nestle into his spot and let out a deep breath. "Whatever. Ill save my energy for the mutt." The sound of the breeze and bird like coos in the distance took him to sleep in no time at all.
Back on Gregors ship. The big red giant was just finishing a plate of food. He was just about out of patience. There were better things he could be doing. It had already been years since this whole thing with Ashur started and he had made those credits over a thousand times. The only real reason he had left was the fact that no one else before or since had ever had the balls to steal from him. If anyone found out it could change very quickly. He had a reputation he was a little more then proud of. Those who know him knew he help a good portion of the galactic criminal underground under his heel. And that it's been that way for a couple centuries. Entire worlds and risen and fallen while he held his crown as one of the underground kings. And only a handful of people came close to his level of authority and even fewer came to his level of savagery in combat. Thinking back in his scuffle with Arion he smirked at the image of the bronze man smoldering at his feet. 'Served him right.' After that thought he stood up from the table he was seated at and made his way to the sink type contraption near by. Tossing his dishes towards it, it all stopped mid air. The slowing floated through the metal sheet out of sight and was followed by the sounds of water running. Then he left the dining room into the hall leading to the large cockpit. There Ickerus was sitting in the co-pilot chair. "Well, how was the food big guy?" Gregor ignored her question and sat in the pilot chair and started pressing button to initiate measures for travel. "Would u call the fried chicken for me and let him know we are leaving. I know where we are going." Ickerus turned to look at him is surprise." You had more guys then just Arion looking? Since when?" Ickerus hit button on her own panel and started to call Arion. A few moments later a blonde bronze skinned man with green eyes was on the screen visibly tired. "Boss says it's time to leave. Grab your shit and let's go." Arion was visibly surprised. "Why, I havnt even told him where to go yet." Gregor scoffed at this before speaking." Unlike your worthless ass, others respond immediately when they have what want. Now flap those crispy wings up here." Arions green eyes glowed in response to hregors taunt." I owe you one for that you red falice." Gregor chuckled."Yeah, yeah. Just hurry up. We are heading to the city planet of fun." Gregor took control of the color over his panel to hang up and leaned back in his chair. "I havnt been there since the started cutting down the last forest." Ickerus's face also showed signs of nostalgia. She could clearly remember the forest resort stay from ages ago. The resort had been an old fools attempt at keeping the last forest alive for as long as possible. A grandsons greed put and end to that dream. "Krakoa, I still wonder what it was like before the cities and stuff. It was probably alot like here." Ickerus tried to imagine the first tree being cut down, but gave up rather quickly."Anyway how long are we waiting for bird brain?" Gregor snapped out of his own day dream to answer. "Well id say a few hours is fine. We do have a couple weeks of travel ahead. Might as well start being a little patient again." Plus since Gregor had already lit the man on fire earlier that day, he assumed the fallen fowl would be lacking his wounds for a bit. Which he had assumed correct because moments after he had hung up Arion had dozed off again. "Well then I'm going to take a shower. After I'll probably try and grab a couple of sweets and other thing before we leave. I saw this little statue of a lady that was absolutely adorable." Ickerus popped up out of the copilot seat and scurried off through the door out of the cockpit. Gregor decided this was a good time to send the credits to the man who had given him the information. To think, not only did he find ashur but his contact also happens to be assisting in maintains his means of escape. For that he sent double what was promised assuming this would persuade to the blue midget would wait for further word from him. "Of course he would be with Alana. That women, she may be a problem. And this third man. According to the bug he looked as thought he might be related somehow. Could the mut have a brother." Gregor started to rub the bridge of his nose. The idea that there could be two monstrously strong opponents waiting was a slight worry. One Ashurbwas more them easy but two and Alana would be a bit much even for him."I clearly need to do a bit of planning. We'll then since she's doing a bit of self care I guess I'll do the same." He stood up and headed out of cockpit. Not to far away was Gregor own training room. This one built specifically for him and Ickerus, except she rarely every used it. After changing into the training clothes they kept not to far from the door on box shelves. He walked to the middle of the empty black room lit only by Ted lights on each corner of the sealing. The wall shining slightly to show their metallic nature. Opening the holographic menu he clicked on one of his presets to quickly get started. A simple grassy field was suddenly surrounding Gregor. Taking a deep breath he could see the first of many bots he would be fighting of generated to look like green or blue less bulked versions of other demonic men." A couple hours of this should be enough then if he not back by the time I shower he'll be happy to know he can keep sleeping under that tree as long as he wants." The first blue skinned opponent came within striking range and Gregor buried his fist in its face the next instant. Sending it flying into a few other rushing In behind him. "Might have to turn up the difficulty. " he chuckled at himself before grabbing the next bot and lighting its head ablaze then hurling it into the oncoming hord before he himself rushed in to started a frenzied melee.