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Maximos quirked an eyebrow.

Liar.

He said standing up. Kindness was for kind people one thing this shadow could not stand for was being lied to. His face stiffening, the smile fading off of it replaced with a stark emotionless gaze.

Moljinir was forged by three dwarven swordsmiths at the behest of Odin. Not you.

He, jumped, the Warhammer soaring beneath him. His voice not skipping a beat.

One, smelted the metal. One beat it into place. One cooled the metal.

His feet gently rested on the ground as his right arm balled into a tight fist. That at the very least he should know, Maximos was very close friends with Tomorrow. Which is to say he knew Thor personally.

The Great Sword Kusanagi, originally named Ame-no-Murakumo-no-tsurugi, was found in the fourth tail of the Yamata-no-Orochi, the eight headed serpent of Koshi. The beast was killed by the god Susano, who distracted it with eight bottles of sake. None of which was you.

Needless to say Maximos' japanese was flawless. It didnt require masterful training, if a high school anime fan can learn the language so can a man who spends day and night in a vast library. The Warhammer flew...as Warhammer's do, it was launched by a rather tall creature, with massive limbs, and it was heavy. Maximos never paused to say "uh", he didnt tap his chin in doubt.

Excalibur, the sword said to cut steel, was a gift from the Lady of the Lake to the King Arthur after he broke his original sword named, Caliburn. The Lady of the Lake, a powerful nature spirit. Not. You.

Another bad thing about Warhammers is there size. They are large weapons especially when scaled to be held by a 10ft cyclops. A cyclops having one eye and thusly lacking depth perception. But when a weapon is so large, it makes a lot of noise cutting through the air, on its return.

Hephaestus was crippled by trying to interfere in a fight between Zeus and Hera. His legs were made useless, with his smithing skill he created two machines to serve as his legs. He was not a 10ft cyclops. He was not you.

- SMACK -

That was the sound of the head of the massive Hammer meeting Maximos' open palm as the arm craned back and smacked the weapon head first into the ground, its staff sticking straight up. This right arm had lifted a 600lb man 30ft in the air and send him soaring. This hammer was nothing to be worried about. If it wanted to return to the "false god", it could but having been so knocked off course, it would be going around the shadow now.

Maximos was a Reaper, his specialty was in dealing with gods, and immortals. He knew his targets very well. He also knew what was not his target.

((If you could look up those stories Akira, you really should have looked up the others you referenced before you used them. Your way off base. You've brought a god character against a player and character who both despise God characters. In other words Akira, I did want to fight with you, and to give you a chance instead of just slinging insults. But you've done pretty much the only thing you could do to make me entirely lose interest.))

Fleebing...

Maximos stood up from a corner of the nothingness. Like all nothingness, what is there is what you believe is there. Maximos wanted a dark corner, he had a dark corner.

But now there was light, and music, and dancing...

How far does a man have to come for a good nap!

He said in a frustrated tone as he stood up, his right arm twitching twice. A hint of annoyance cast on his voice. He wanted a nap, not a party. His sleepy eyes squinted, a single glowing white eye visible in the blackness where he stood.

Who's there?

The blue haired man ceases his incessant dancing and looks around, hearing a voice before spotting the slightly annoyed man wearing black. He leans in and squints his eyelids a bit as if having a hard time seeing.

"The hell...? Maximos? What are you doing here? More importantly, what am I doing here?"

He blinks a bit and looks around quickly.

"How the hell did you just...?"

Blinking once again before scratching his head, he reaches out a hand, but it just kinda sits there in front of his body as it has a tendency to do. Enki lets it then hang limply to his side.

"So... I'm here for a fight for some reason? Then how do I-" and before he even finishes his sentence, he reaches up and grabs the blunt end of his naginata and lunges at Maximos. He pulls down quickly on the pole, the force making the weapon leave it's strap and the force of his body making it fling quickly out and in front of him at his apparent opponent, cutting in a down-left slash.

Fatal flaw in Maximos's plan. Enki wasn't holding on with both hands. He was only using ONE hand and the force of the pole against his own body to fling it downwards. With that free hand he now has, Enki grabs the mans knee and lifts himself up just a bit, bringing his right foot around in a circle toward Maximos's head.

The kick to Enki's chest connected and due to Maxi lifting himself up, Enki's own foot would most likely slam into Maximos's forearm or Elbow. The kick to his chest caused him to move backwards a bit, loosening his grip on the naginata and grabbing hold further down the pole, holding on a good 4 feet away from Maxi.

"Ow..."

Enki saw this coming a mile away... or at least since Maximos grabbed the pole with both hands. The Water Spirit would not have time to grab the pole and get a firm grip on the pole and ground ground in time. Instead, he just kinda grins and twists the end of the pole. The sound of a chain rattles a bit inside it and the pole splits into five, one foot long segments. The slack that is now throughout the pole gives Maxi no leverage to force the weapon from him. This give Enki enough time to grab onto another segment and pull back quickly.