| Thaltos chuckled slightly. In a conversational tone as he sent a halfhearted "brute-style" swipe at Balthizar's neck, he replied:
"Yes, I do hail from Olympus, as well as the Temple of the Fates from time to time. My father is none other than the great Zeus himself, and he alongside the Fates has declared the sole purpose of my life to be to carry out the will of the Gods as well as that of the Fates. I do not serve so much as to rid the world of evildoers, but merely to preserve the order of the world that the Fates have deemed is true. Those who would defy their destiny shall meet it at my blades."
His neck-chop was parried by an effortless raising of Balthizar's sword, but Thaltos lashed out with Gorgon speed with the other Shear at the demonslave's exposed side, slicing a cut several inches deep into the rocky flesh of Balthizar's ribcage, then pulling out the weapon before it could begin to siphon Balthizar's energy.
Thaltos hopped back and deflected the retalitory strike with ease, and jovially remarked, "My my my, what a fiesty little demon. No wait, you're not a demon...only your master is. I daresay I'd have a tougher time fighting him than you...indeed I'd have a tougher time fighting a halfling infant than a lumbering brute like yourself. Has all of the standing behind your minions watching their work weathered your cobblestones?"
A snarky grin played upon Thaltos' face. As powerful as this warrior truly was, and how limited his swordplay was due to the sad and cliched one-sword style he had foolishly adopted, it would still require a bit of finesse to bring down this hunk of demon-powered mountainside. |