"Whose ghost face over there?"
" beats me, but that snarks lookin down on us!"
"Bandage man….speak…weird."
" True enough rock bro. And whose this 'lord of blood?' He work with periods or something?"
The goons mutter to their colleagues, the war forgotten now that both a hero and one of the bosses were taken out. The stone slammers were especially tense, with some of the members debating if they should stay or cut their loses.
Varre could care less what the simians and pebbles were thinking of. " The lord of blood has decided to fell grace your infragrant eyes with his presence. Rejoice, lost lambs, for the shepherd is near!"
Under the many eyes, Varre pulled a small dagger from his sleeve. The gangs readied themselves for a possible assault, only to feel their jaws drop as Varre plunged the knife..into his other arm!
"This guys a lunatic!"
"Momma always said gangs brought trouble. Now I see what she meant."
"I might have to agree with your mom on that dude. Speaking of, she still with you dad?"
"Wha- cmon man! Back off!"
"I know what I want."
As the two Burnt ox members tried to strangle each other, Varre continued to make the unique sigil. The blood circle contained a spherical window, or at least a resemblance to one, as drawing with one arm isn't easy. But it is better than to smear the luminous one's entrance with poorer blood.
' Luminary Mohg, shining star of red, your servant opens the way. May they find change and guidance!'
The circle solidifies into a pool of blood before a line of blood rose out. The Stone slammers immediately surround their boss, shoving the opposing gang members away. The bBurnt Oxes step back as the lash solidified into an arm, with more beginning to form a torso.
Thunderdome looks towards the strange occurrence then to the bottle in his hand. "Thas enough of tha for one nigh." He slams the bottle into the wall, the glass breaking and the impact starting one of the ox goons.
Mohg finally pulls himself from the portal, blood slowly absorbed as he scans the area.
One of the Ox gonna couldn't take it anymore. The man turned and jumped onto the wall, his shoes sticking to its side. He ran up towards the roof, thinking ' I should have just gotten that job as a cleaner!' Goose bumps formed on his neck as He heard a guttural, raspy voice.
"I've just got here and you decide to leave? Such a rude gesture." A blood spear zooms through the air, striking the escaping goon, the force dragging him back to the alley floor. The others wince as they eye this strange pair. Whoever they were, they were not messing around.
"Now then, before being so disrespected, I am Mohg, and I have a proposition: join my cause, and we shall be greater than any force in Japan. By my side you shall have power like no other, riches never before seen, and all the status of-"
Mohg cut himself off as he raised his hand. A cannball sized stone pads his hand, but other than that, no other reaction, Mohg's eyes lock onto the person responsible, the man, with his right arm a column of stone pointed forward, now shaking seeing as his attack had done nothing. Mohg's crimson eyes narrowed as he crushed the stone cannonball.
" I don't like being disrespected twice." The palm that had crushed the projectile unclamped, revealing puncture wounds that oozed blood. It congelated into a disk that was immediately hurled. The stone cannoneer, didn't even react as the disk passed through. The others watched in growing horror as the man's upper torso slid off, along with half of an impacted dumpster from behind, the steel groaning as it collapsed.
"I will not ask again. Surrender or Suffer." The area stilled as the pressure built on the gangs. It wasn't til boss over moved that everyone remembered to breathe.
Dropping to both knees Boss ox, begrudgingly, lowered himself, kowtowing before the tyrant before them. His gang followed soon after, as if even their boss, hard headed and stubborn, was cowed, what could they do?
The remaining 10 Stone slammers, half of their gang when the skirmish happened, followed suit, with Slab acting in Gammon's place.
Mohg's lips curved slightly at the sight. " Good choice. From here on out, our combined forces will be known as the Mohgwyn dynasty! From here on out, you will be treated well if you serve me well. Do not disappoint me."
Mohg had Ox lead him to the previous base of the Burnt ox base, his newest followers on his heel. Yet unknown to him, a street camera recorded his leave.
A white haired man watched with his head resting in his palm, a smile growing on his face as he sat upon a throne. He spoke to himself, " it seems another piece had joined the board."
Beside him, his faithful servant, Kyudai Garaki, was fidgeting. He could already see the trouble this group would make for them. "Master, Should I send someone to deal with that? I could get abnormality or Dreadnaught on him. Even-" Garaki stopped as his master rose his hand.
"That is highly unnecessary, good doctor, We have more concerning matters to deal with. Besides," All for one grabbed a pawn from his chess set. The wooden figurine twirled between the villains fingers. " So what if the pawn wishes to become a king? All he will do is set the stage, shake up the board abit. And when the time is right." The piece is crushed between his fingers, the remains dust brushed into the air.
" I will make take my claim."