#normally the brand only reacts to apostles/similar entities but fuck it we ball

[savior-of-humanity]

@flameimpaler -- continued from here!

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Guts was unfazed by the chaos that burned around them both, as though this were a worryingly common occurrence for the swordsman. He seemed equally unmoved by Messmer's hostility towards him - no, not unmoved. He was amused, with the corner of one of his lips curled up into something akin to a cocky smile.

Truth be told, he didn't really have any actual good reason for being here. Curiosity, perhaps, but that had turned into an entirely different reason as he'd approached the burning village from afar; one that made itself known through the familiar sensation of a throbbing, stabbing pain upon the brand, blood welling up and running down the nape of his neck in rivers of crimson.

There was only one thing that could make it react like that.

His hand clenched around the handle of the enormous sword he had casually hefted over his shoulder, his single good eye scanning over Messmer's form, before he'd properly draw the blade from where it rested and into his hands. The sword itself was monstrously large; longer than he was tall, it was more akin to a sharpened slab of iron than a proper sword. And yet he handled it as though it didn't weigh over 400 pounds.

"I don't really give a damn who you are. Or what your business is for cleansing the land. But what I do give a damn about, is you stinking up the place with your holier-than-thou attitude. So, how about this; we just beat the shit out of each other until only one of us is left standing. That sound good?"