“And you yours.” Lightning emanated from behind Arceus, golden bolts that twitched and flickered amidst the red sky. They shot forward, true in aim, by Alucard’s estimation Arceus aimed to strike him in the eyes.

Alucard stretched out his arms and called his newest familiar from his shadow. Garou’s arms trailed closely behind Alucard’s, serene and fluid like the arms of a bodhisattva. There was a zen to the unity of purpose, the relish of violence and disdain. This was Garou’s potential all along: the art of a man who championed evil and hated all that declared itself good.

Monster Calamity God Slayer Fist

“Oh, Garou…” said Alucard. “You truly are incorrigible!” Alucard and Garou, hands moving as one, cleaved the lightning in half in a single, fluid stroke. It was difficult to tell if Arceus’ cold, unfeeling stare was one of indignant rage, plain bewilderment, or resignation.

- Ragnarust Round 1