He pats the cockpit, lifting the sword to his shoulder.
" All of your power comes from a different kind of steel. Your machines are so odd. I've only just been making my own power armor, my soldiers insist I wear. "
He pats the cockpit, lifting the sword to his shoulder.
" All of your power comes from a different kind of steel. Your machines are so odd. I've only just been making my own power armor, my soldiers insist I wear. "
He lifts the sword and takes a stance again, aimed at her this time. Fully.
He lifts the sword and takes a stance again, aimed at her this time. Fully.
" I don't wish to spill your blood, but if I have too then so be it. "
" I don't wish to spill your blood, but if I have too then so be it. "
He just raises a pipe to his mouth, a squint at her. Sword resting on his shoulder.
" Is the sword that interesting, woman? "
He just raises a pipe to his mouth, a squint at her. Sword resting on his shoulder.
" Is the sword that interesting, woman? "
" . . .I don't like being followed, creature. "
" . . .I don't like being followed, creature. "
- Alexios Fafnir -
Height of a mountain some would say [ 7'3" ]
He wields a greatsword named Flamberge was given to him when his nomadic clan gave him his name, Alexios. And after defeating a deamon prince by his lonesome, the chaos god Khorne cursed him with his blood red skin.