[Chapter 2: "The Great Eastgandian Savior of the Poor"]
Velvet slid into cover just as the three polite, upstanding members of society chivalrously opened fire on her. By now Velvet had a long list of things she didn't need, and this was right at the top of it. One of the men foolishly tried to flank her, seemingly paying no mind to the fact that he was using a ranged weapon, and landed himself right within striking distance of the experienced martial artist. Velvet quickly seized the man's weapon arm, twisted it into an awkward position, and extended her blade to his throat, using him as a shield. "Não, não, não atire em mim, porra!" The thug cried out as Velvet rushed forward with him and tossed him into one of the men, and quickly burst forward to the next one and delivered a devastating knee to his solar plexus faster than he could react, knocking the air out of him and causing him to slump to the ground, out of the fight. Velvet charged to the next one before he could regain his balance and delivered a powerful elbow strike to the man's throat, he immediately dropped to the ground, gasping for air as he grasped his neck. The one guy she threw to the ground, witnessing his two companions drop in what felt like an instant, quickly raised his hands shouting "Não, não, espere!" as Velvet delivered a forceful kick to his head, knocking him unconscious. The three men were all incapacitated, but alive, Velvet resolved to get some distance before they either regained their strength or more of their friends turned up. They were looking for her now, one more problem to add to the list. She needed to lay low and work out how she was going to get the materials needed to perform the ritual.
Velvet had made her way to the rooftops of the nearby shanties and was just about to begin surveying the area for some kind of soccer field when an ear-splitting noise that sounded like bees swarming resounded fairly close to her. "BRASIL NÚMERO 1 CAMPEÃO MUNDO!" she heard a man shout before that awful noise started up again. Following the source of the noise, Velvet was lead to a man standing on his rusted balcony blowing into a horn. She was just about to yell for the man to shut up and stop making that awful noise when she recognized the instrument from a picture in Laphicet's book - That was a Vuvuzela. "Hey, I need to borrow that horn." Velvet said to the man. "Sai daqui, gringa! BRASIL NÚMERO 1!" The man replied, then raised his Vuvuzela and began blowing as loud as he could. Velvet grimaced at the noise and growled in anger. Velvet jumped to his balcony and menacingly approached him. "Give. Me. That. Horn." Velvet said through gnashed teeth as she extended her blade. "Tudo bem, vadia louca!" the man exclaimed out, dropping the horn and darting back inside, slamming the door behind him. Velvet sighed as she picked up the horn, here she was again being a public menace. Whatever her new title from "The Lord of Calamity" was going to be, it most certainly wasn't going to be "The Great Eastgandian Savior of the Poor."
Velvet climbed her way back to the roof and continued surveying. It wasn't long before she spotted some kind of soccer game going on, she quickly made her way down to it. Velvet hopped the fence to the makeshift field they had set up and saw a group of large, muscular men, all wearing the same Brazilian Flag jersey, kicking around a soccer ball - that was what she needed. "Hey guys, I need to borrow that ball." She called out to them. "No way, gringa! This is ours!" Velvet surged with relief that she could at least understand them, hopefully she could negotiate with them instead of having the situation take its usual direction of straight south. "Look, I just need it for something real quick, I'll give it right back." Velvet tried to reason with them. "This here is a sacrilegious artifact, American! You are desiccating hallowed grounds with your filthy footsteps!" The big guy said to her. "I'm not leaving without that ball, you can either hand it to me or I can take it from you!" Velvet shouted out, losing her patience. "Come and try, idiota! Let's teach this gringa a lesson meu camaradas!" The man shouted to his fellow players. Yet another brawl, why did it always have to come to this?
"Campeão de mundo!" The men shouted out as suddenly each one of them materialized a luminescent soccer ball into their hands. "GOL NO FUTEBALL!" The men screamed in unison as each one of them tossed their ball into the air and gave it a powerful kick in perfect synchronicity. Velvet gasped at the incoming onslaught of magical soccer balls and quickly grabbed the lid off a trash can to use as a shield. She raised it just in time as she was relentlessly pelted. Just as she thought the onslaught was over, she heard one of the mean scream out "SUPER CHUTE!" and one of the balls hit her square in the head with superhuman force, sending her flying into the goal. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!" the men shouted out as Velvet grumbled angrily, the red imprint of the ball visible on her face. Suddenly, Velvet remembered something Laphicet told her long ago, the secret to defeating people like this! Of course, how could she have forgotten? "Hey guys!" Velvet called out to the men. "Didn't Germany beat you guys 7 to 1 in the 2014 World Cup?" Velvet mockingly inquired with a menacing grin. The men's eyes widened in shock, which quickly turned into impotent rage. "SEU FILHA DA PUTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The men screamed out in Unison, their faces turned crimson, smoke plumed from their ears, their eyes went bloodshot, before finally their entire bodies suddenly disintegrated in a flash of heat. Their screams faded into echoes as even their souls evaporated into nothing. Velvet slowly got up, shocked at the scene that just unfolded. "Damn, I didn't think they'd take it that personally..." Velvet said to herself as she picked up the Soccer ball. That's 2 down, all that's left is the Oxidado and the copy of Mundial Ronaldhino Soccer 64.
"Y-You're sure this will work Magilou?" Eleanor anxiously said as Magilou finished preparing the ritual. "Who can say? This is a longshot, but you'll never stop pestering me if I don't try everything I can, so here goes." Magilou replied. "Well, I'm a Daemon, so I don't think my prayers will hold much wait, but I'm rooting for you." Rokurou quipped. Magilou finished drawing the strange shape on the floor and began chanting in some unknown language. The room suddenly darkened, the pattern on the floor began to shine an ominous red, and some sort of rift began to form. "I think it's working!" Eleanor exclaimed as Magilou continued chanting. Suddenly, the rift opened up, and the three were knocked back by a shockwave, and the group saw a figure lay crouched over in the center of the pattern, however, it was not Velvet...
"Oh no...I've made a terrible mistake!" Magilou cried out in alarm. A man with a scraggly beard and an alligator slung over his shoulder slowly stood up. "At last! I'm free! Nothing can stop me now!" The man yelled out excitedly. "F-Florida Man!" Magilou stuttered out before the man took off, quickly bursting through the door to the outside and running off into the wilderness. "Rokurou! You have to stop him!" Magilou yelled to Rokurou. "Why me? What the hell just happened?" Rokurou quickly inquired. "There's no time! Get after him! Find him! Before it's too late!" Magilou continued to scream out in an uncharacteristic panic. "A-Alright!" Rokurou stuttered out before indecisively turning and taking off after Florida Man. "What's happening?! What's going on?!" Eleanor finally cried out.
"Velvet's going to have to wait, if Florida Man gets to Loegres...They won't stand a chance..."