They all stared at the King dumbfounded. Indeed—their kind, the damned—was not one for intelligence. He reared back his head. Strength gathered in his gut, the breath of heaven itself, swirling inside him— and he released it back into the world with a mighty Roar.

The Secretary clung to the rails. He flung obscenities, none of which the King cared to let reach his ears. And then, he was gone. The king turned to the vampire, and repeated the wise course.

And thus, he left, and attended to those more pressing matters.

[...]

A cry rang out from the distance, growing closer as it wore on.

“BASTAAAAAARD!”

Arceus turned off the sun and turned towards the source of the noise and Alucard seized the opportunity. He pulled the triggers with glee and laughed with delight as he riddled Arceus with silver.

“So easily distracted,” Alucard said. “Where’s the ‘prudence’ in that?”

Arceus’ neck jerked downward with the shots. And just as it did, the Secretary of Homeland Security burst from the thicket. He held his arm aloft, muscles taut.

“Die!” Garou whipped his arm and chopped Arceus in the throat. Blood spurted from its open wounds.

Arceus’ voice was hoarse and wet. “H-how did— I separated you—”

Garou shook some blood off his hand. “Had to sprint across damn near halfway across Tlālōcān. What, did you think I wouldn’t find you?”

- Ragnarust Round 1