Blinking at the response that the pioneer gave him, Beowulf had an idea of what was going to come next. Looking over his shoulders at the young girl he had brought along with him, he'd motion for her to find somewhere safe. Partly because he didn't even want to risk her getting hurt while he fought whatever creature popped up and it'd be hard to fight with her sitting on his shoulders. "I'll settle this real quick and then come and get you. I just don't want this bozo slicing you with that sword of his." Providing Rika followed his request, he'd turn to face the warrior.
From what had been said this time, Beowulf felt some sympathy. He was previously a pretty good warrior who had just fallen off the tracks and became some kind of wanderer who had lost his way in life. Beowulf had always desired to wrestle. It was the perfect outlet of his admiration to fight. The rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. It felt exhilarating and Beowulf loved every second of it. Almost as much as he loved hyping up the crowd with his moves in the ring. Their cheers motivated him to do better. But even more so it brought him back to his first real major fight. The one that had set him on the path to seeking a career in wrestling. It was deep within the forests of the Canopy Kingdom and Beowulf was much younger. He had been looking for something to test his skills out on and there he was.
The Alpha Male of a nearby pack of wolves. His hide was evidence enough of all the battles he had suffered while holding that position. There were scars adorning the wolf's body and as if detecting what Beowulf sought, the wolf bared it's fangs and snarled. Beowulf acknowledged the snarl as he knew it's true intent. It was a challenge to fight and so fight he would! Until only one was left! Rushing forward, he'd quickly lean to the side as the wolf snapped at him narrowly missing getting a good chunk of his shoulder torn out. Slamming his knee down on the ground, Beowulf sought to wrap his strong forearms around the neck of the wolf.
Beowulf knew he couldn't let this go on for long or risk drawing the rest of the pack while he was drained of his strength. He had to end it and so just as quickly as the battle had started, Beowulf's battle roar and the wolf's howl filled the night sky as Beowulf suplexed the wolf and a shuddering crack was heard. Removing his arms, Beowulf looked over the body.
Even in death the alpha male radiated with intimidation and that was enough to earn Beowulf's respect. Gently grasping the wolf's body, Beowulf made his way off. He would make use of the wolf's body in a fashion that respected it and allowed it to live on with Beowulf. This wasn't the only example of Beowulf finding a worthy opponent. No, that was Grendel the Gigan. The match was promoted as a way of showing humanity that the Gigans weren't invincible and of course Beowulf triumphed. But he had never fought such a hard match and he doubted he would ever find someone as worthy an opponent as Gigan. But this warrior seemed close enough. Drawing the Hurting, Beowulf looked over the warrior.
"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! ENOUGH REMINISCING. FIGHT AND GIVE THIS WARRIOR THE HONORABLE END HE DESERVES!"
"..Huh?! Grendel??" He could have sworn that he had heard, well even if it hadn't been the case and Beowulf was just losing his marbles, it didn't stop the smile from spreading on his face. "You're right again, partner. I don't know who this guy was in life but if it's a honorable fight he wants then I'll give him one to remember. Let's go!"
As the warrior charged, Beowulf lashed out with his chair, intent on blocking all of the attempted slashes. If successful, he'd seek to go on the offensive as he let loose a flurry of swings at the warrior with The Hurting.
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