"Huginn?" Dante was shocked, but kept calm, tension, and awareness higher then before.
"Yeah— that red scar and blue eye to fit with it; that's the All-Father's!" Brokk pointed, his cheerful expression had trembled and collapsed into fear and despair. A continuous, almost non-stop, horde of ravens, circling around each other like a tornado, a blast of pure sounds haunting the realm of the Dwarves.
"Dante?" Lina looked over at Dante, Naturally.
"Shouldn't you know more than me about this?" Dante gave her a bewildered glance, and Brokk let out a scream so loud, that if he had wings, he could almost join the ravens,
"I don't know about what knowledge you have; but I know we're dead!"
The three busted out of the doors of the tavern, seeing the whole new realm of conflict that came upon them.
The Raven's slowly dissipated, revealing glimpses of a figure, they had purple, ominously, glowing eyes, Giving Lina a confused look; she's never seen a god like that;
...But that was a second guess to the god standing upon them, but somehow on the same ground.
She saw another glimpse, this time of a horn, and it's wrapped around the back of the hips of this god... and she realized, but in a look of fear.
The Ravens disappeared into thin air, leaving only feathers behind. And the figure appears to be man with a rather handsome face, pale skin can only give a cold, sinister grin, showing off his golden teeth attached to his smile, running a hand through his long, brown, hair. Slicking it back. He had a rather luxurious outfit, a black tunic that's made with thick material, with gold buttons and trimmings. His Bifröst colored eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Why hello there; I think we need to correct some... things." The unknown face's look of malevolence changed to sourness and a disgust.
"Where, in the world. Is that small. little."
"Bastard?" He gritted his teeth, his nostrils flaring, at his voice, several Dwarves popped out of there homes. Looking at what in their eyes was an intimidating sight.
But of course....
"Hey. I like the horn; Dashing. Heimdall, right?" Dante's grin stemmed with a slight and rather playful look on his face. Tilting his head in some acknowledgment of the presence infront of him, causing the Dwarves to gasp in shock; not at this revelation, since it wasn't new; but at the words of the Mortal, who in the eyes was challenging death himself,
"You mean the Gjallarhorn? Yes." Heimdall smiled slyly with a nod, "I wasn't sure if you knew who I was, but I guess gods can make their mistakes."
"I didn't. The horn saved you." Dante smirked with his knowingly over-the-top confidence in himself, which gave Heimdall a look of disapproval for his comment; He was not considered a random. Not in his eyes, and when he didn't reply, he was looking into the wine red eyes of Dante. Drinking them in.
"Dante of Elyngard, hm? The hero of the 'Gods'." Heimdall gestured to the palm of his hand, closing distance with each step of his walk,
"You know, when I hear you speak with such... Arrogance. I see villages burning down; You should take it from me." He patted him on the cheek lightly, "The God of Foresight?"
"And what's a God to someone who doesn't believe in them?" Lina defied, narrowing her eyes in a rebellious sense stemmed from grudges and anger, making Heimdall laugh.
"How about I make this up in the simplest way for an infant to understand?" Heimdall leaned forward to her face, his breath invading Lina's personal space. He looks deep into her eyes. And then he quickly pulls back. Walking away from her slowly looking at the sky with his hands up in a matter of a shrug.
"You see; Everybody takes it easy on you, dear. Because they're scared of your father. I. Am not."
"And I must say; Despite the All-Father's pleasing choice of words chanting out of his mouth...." He cringed a little, just trying to quote them. "Apprentice... You're a bit of a traitor, tongue-haired runt."
"Better traitor then Odin's lapdog, right?" Lina spoke smugly, spitting at his face, to which he tilts his head with an open mouth of feigned shock.
"Wow.... Did that just happen?" Heimdall gave her an amused, golden, smile. Which made Lina growl, and she quickly reached to punch him but he dodged with a tilt to the side of his head. Countering with a slap across the face. Surprising Dante.
"See? Where is your father?" Heimdall crouches, grabbing a handful of her beautiful head of red hair, showing a nose bleed and a mark across of her face. And she can only grit her teeth, "Consider that a message from your father."
"Lina!" Dante came closer to save his friend in help, bringing an annoyed look to Heimdall's face. And he quickly pulls out his sword out of his hip. The tip engulfed in Bifröst. Making an explosion so strong it sends Dante flying several hundred feet across the other island of the city! And making a crater that splits 5 different cracks on the ground.
"Shut it, you dirty rabbit!" Heimdall's eyes widen with fury. But calmed down at once as he looked back at Lina with a little smile on his face,
...Wrong.
Dante teleport-blurred in speed, his hand engulfing in a redish-pink energy.
But this looked like nothing to Heimdall, it was almost as if he was moving at the pace of a grandpa. Who titled his head back to dodge,
"Look at me in the eyes!" Heimdall grinned widely, surprising Dante with his sheer speed, "If Asgardis and Elyngard go to war, I don't think I need foresight to tell you what happens!" Heimdall reached for a slap, however Dante ducks it, and Heimdall goes for a second blow, this time to the gut, however Dante activates the Elyngardian shield. But the sheer force of Heimdall's strength sends him flying back, but only a few feet with the help of using the round edges of the shield to slam it into the ground to kill his momentum. "Careful, you won't win best-in-show with that attitude." Dante smirked,
Heimdall shakes his hand after feeling the block of Dante's shield with a chuckle, looking down at the ground in feigned pity, his eyes closed almost as if he prayed for this mortal challenger.
"Heh," Heimdall's grin of malevolence comes back as a setting of Bifröst makes a silhouette of his own Bifröst eyes, and his golden teeth.
"So be it."
Heimdall's movements burst into extreme speed, teleporting just like Dante did. Dante hastily turns his head to look for his opponent, only to find him throwing his sword at him, which Dante dodges with a twist mid air, which either way cuts his cheek. Heimdall teleports in front of Dante, stretching right in front of him as Dante extends another punch, but is useless since Heimdall only dodges once more,
"You seem like you're the one who's the one doing this, surely." Heimdall flicks a push of his hand to Dante's head. However, Dante grabs his wrist and uses his arm to try to elbow Heimdall.
However this never happened,
Heimdall tilted to the side and quickly grabbed Dante's wrist before he can grab his own, countering with a elbow of himself and quickly kicking him in the chest to push him back. And then kicking up dust into his eye, grunting at the feeling. And Heimdall punches him in the face once more. Rearing his head back with a grunt,
"Dirty... I can play like that too!" Dante uses his legs to grab Heimdall by the head. However, even at point blank range. Heimdall blitz's through Dante with a barrage of slashes launched in the span of a seemingly a millisecond, and Heimdall can only chuckle as he hears and sees the sound and sight of blood. Sizzling out,
"Fun to humiliate those around you, right? Do you feel the same treatment?"
Heimdall didn't even look back, however, Dante did.
"Actually," With a grin on his face as he dusted off his shoulder, his wounds sizzling into a state of immediate recovering. "Good to know someone can actually keep up."
"Ha." Heimdall grumbled a little at his cockiness. "It's almost like you belittle yourself with that statement."
"Hm."
"Is it?" Dante's fists engulfs in that same redish-pinkish as he turns around to get into a fighting stance once more. A determined yet amused look on his face.
"Well, Today is your lucky day..."
"I'll be the judge of that." Heimdall's golden teeth gleamed in the sunshine as he held a sinister grin on his face.
"Wait!!" As soon as the two were to get into confronting each other, a little Dwarve boy screams into the city-turned-into-battlefield. Being held tightly by his mother as tears overwhelm his face.
"You monsters!! What did you to my dad!?" He screamed as he wailed,
As the dust cleared, It took the covers off to show Lina holding the Dwarve so kind to offer them a meal... Brokk. He held the giant wound overflowing blood from his gut. He choked on his blood. Lina can only watch in horror as she held a bloodied body in her hand, something very irregular and shocking to the point of almost paralyzing her,
Dante can only have a open mouth of shock. A look of anger in his face. "Damn it!"
"Son..." Brokk called out, reaching out to his son, the distance was forever the two.
"Please.... Keep your mother safe for me..."
The mother Dwarve couldn't help but look exactly like her son; Both watching with a hopeless will to save their family member. And the son can writhe and squirm out of her mother's little hands. And cry with despair.
"Nooo!!" The child cried... his voice hoarse from screaming.
And Heimdall stands there with a lifeless look in his eyes. Staring at the dead father with a look of... nothing.
"Well...."
"Guess not even a God can know everything that's gonna happen next, right?" Heimdall laughed to himself. Clapping to himself, he knew very well that this was going to happen.
"Maybe... Just maybe! Your father learned a thing or two to not give meals to strangers. I mean, you never know if they were a bunch of low-life traitors, right?" Heimdall crouched down. Ruffling the little boy's hair. Grabbing his chin to make the scared and frightened father.
"Now his soul has been swallowed to the deepest pits of Hel." He smiled coldly, his divine eyes have a piercing glint. But he sighs and stood up.
"Shame isn't it?" He feigned pity. Shrugging as if this was a normal day to him. And then almost as if he was a bipolar, he sneered. Small, darkening surrounds the area.
"Seriously?" Heimdall sighed, just as Lightning crackled, but Heimdall had other plans right before the plans of a white, lightning bolt, and he chants the words;
"Slow down!"
And it echoed around him. And time slows down until he can see the lightning bolt to every streak it had. He had seen the looks of everyone around him at the sight of lightning striking down.
"..."
He shakes his head, annoyed at whoever this was. But he couldn't help but laugh and grin as he simply walked backwards to simply let it cross to meet its destination. And time resumed back to normal. Hitting the ground and creating another dance of dust.
"I must say; I am profoundly. Unimpressed."
"But for a human who has an innate technique, with Innate energy to only make a few clouds. It's impressive. Thor would only fall to the floor with laughter. Before Throwing his little hammer. And crushing your skull with it." His voice dripped with sarcasm.
"I'd want to see who'd last longer. Your arrogance at the sight of him, or if I die first. " A woman with the exact same description that fit Dante's came into play. A stoic look on her face as she spoke in a unwavering tone. And Dante himself, was currently on the floor sitted down. Calls her name.
"Yumi!"