Grayell smiled as the punch came in, his opponent wasn't taking him seriously. Time to see if he could change that...
His hand folded and shot into the wrist of his attacker. His other hand drove it's ridge into his elbow, then an elbow to the diaphragm, open spear to the throat and a backfist to his face. Grayell checked the leg and then forced it out, causing Nero to stumble in but once, shot a punch into the inside of his other arm's shoulder, folded and palmed that inside elbow and then...
He unwound a flurry of punches into Nero's center-line in quick succession, head low as his fists made swift rotations and drilled his gut and chest. He then wound back, snarling....
Renquist smiled in a sickening manner as he entered the council hall, slowly clapping his hands. He his hands then went to his hips and he cocked his head at Grayell.
Huh. I'm surprised she didn't notice. I suppose it's not entirely obvious....
Grayell's eyes widened and his hand, prepared to strike.... slowly came to his side. He stared at Renquist whilst a pit opened in his stomach.
He could see what Renquist was talking about. They both had the same height, largely the same stature. The hair the same color, as with the eyes. Grayell was larger, more musculature, a little more grizzly... but Renquist's smaller frame bellied a power he did not have. He could smell his blood, the same and yet removed from his own, something sinister about it.
It took him an eternity to search for reason in all but an instant.
I suppose you should consider me your brother Eoihn Graihl. You and I share a mother, born on the plains. A family dead to tragedy, a pox in your blood.
Oh yes, you're quite different, a strange anomaly but this is the nature of the many planes I suppose. But I had never thought that I would encounter my other self...
Renquist walked toward Grayell, his grandeur and sinister demeanor was entirely removed. No, he was much more like Grayell at this time, intimidating.
I am a guest in this world. It seems I arrived well before your time.. somewhat. You're older than they know.
Grayell's skin buzzed with a cold energy and his hands were close to trembling. He stayed his beast and stared at Renquist alone. He wouldn't be intimidated by this man... this man who seemed to be him?
You seem to know a lot friend. But I can't say I'm convinced. As it stands, you've sent the Garou here to fight me - and that mate is a problem. I don't take kindly to acts of violence.
Grayell and Renquist now stood face to face, eyes trying to assert will on the other. This was a stand off now and Renquist was impressed - his other self had shown real spirit.
I will admit, to see you less defiant would upset me. I hoped for no less. But as it stands... well my time in this world may well be at it's end. There is but one person who should have the right to send me on my way as far as I am concerned.
Allow me to coin a phrase. This town ain't big enough for the both of us. You see, I come from a world far removed from this one, a modern world were technology thrives in the place of magic, a fascinating and yet cruel world. It was not my choice to enter yours, it was in fact well beyond my control. But I tire of it. I would see my world once more.
Renquist folded his arms and took a very long breath.
However, I have this niggling feeling, a doubt. If I leave this world with you in my place well, it troubles me to think that you aren't made of stern enough stuff. And so it is, brother; that you and I must fight.
Grayell growled and refused to move even so much as an inch. Regardless of this man's story, this was his town. His people. His life. He wouldn't be so easily bullied.
Really? I think I'd much rather lock you away mate. I'm not prone to just accepting your foppish challenge for your amusement. I don't give a rat's ass about your story and your fantasies.