The Half-Naked Spartan quickly left after declaring his name at the throne-room, he didn't need any formalities. He strode along the roads, It was now night-time but there still seems to be some activity. Upon further inspection, Despite the similarities from the top, The Kingdom looked different from his Home-Realm, It looked more Advanced. The bustlings of the streets and the busy business of the common-folk was common in his time, but this was on a far greater scale. There was mud upon the road, and the distinct smell of Spirits and Wine filled the air. at least his 'physique' scared the passersby to giving him more room to trek.
From what he can guess, Kratos is on the Merchants District. There were vendors of various kinds. He even caught a glimpse of a vendor with an odd appendage before quickly hiding it away, And a gluttonous man with a cloak on an alley...curious. It was quite noisy, with various amounts of Smiths and Merchants alike calling for his attention. After reaching a nearby alley and having a moment of solitude, Kratos inspected the shield on his arm, Kratos tried to remove the shield but it wouldn't budge, He grunted and thought as he walked, Was this from The Shield? It doesn't matter, as far as he knew the Shield was of use to him and didn't pose any known threat but he was still wary of it.
He finally approached the city gates when a Guardsman approached him "Hold! State your name and occupation." The Guardsman said with a disciplined attitude and a smell of new steel filled his nose, Was he someone new? The Kin-Slayer said "I was summoned by your king, let me through." A hum from the Guard who checked the shield on the arm before shortly speaking "You may pass." and Kratos marched with a slow but steady pace.
The Son of Zeus finally left the outskirts of Castletown and was now walking on the roads of the the forest path, He needed a shelter with solitude to himself. After an hour of walking he finally neared a cave and approaching it, he heard the howls and roars of wolves. A pack of four wolves, A wolf lunged in before being swiftly kicked, it was quickly incapacitated. Two wolves tried to bite his legs but he kicked one of the wolves into the other which downed them...But where was the last wolf? Thck! The wolf had bitten into his arms or at the very least tried, He punched the wolf in it's ribs and it's belly, And it fell. Damned wolves! They shoul-No, He must not give in to his baser desires and the wolves did not deserve death for protecting their own home. After his short burst of fury, he regained his thoughts. Hmm, it seemed his senses has dulled, He will have to work to remedy that.
Kratos moved the wolves into a makeshift prison made of wood that he gathered, and after surveying the area for any other hostile threats, He reached the cave entrance and slumbered.
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Kratos felt fire near him, He turned to his right and-"Damn it all! why can you never escape me?" And lo and behold it was the Blades of Chaos. The very weapons to slaughter his own Calliope. If he can't escape from it even in another realm, then he'll have to hide it then, He grabbed the Blades and-BZZZT the Blades of Chaos had electrocuted him! Why as this? How? Was it from Athena, The Shield, A Curse? No, Matter. He can still do with nothing but his fists and feet. Striding with labored breaths and pained hands and placed the blades into the furthest point of the cave and hid it on one of the nook's of the cave. He had sighed a sigh of relief.
Kratos heard the barkings of the wolves and when approaching saw a shook up girl with rags and a strange appendage similar to one of an animal's.
The Filiacide stared at the girl before speaking in a gruff voice "Why are you here, Girl?" The girl spoke nothing and was absolutely fearful of him. Upon further inspection,she had a broken shackle on one of her hand...Curious. They stared at each other for nearly a minute before he heard the shout of two men, He left the cave and saw two Men with studded leather armor and two spears approaching They seemed likely to be mercenaries, One spoke to him "Oy, Man, Have ye' seen some Demi-Trash? Just about knee-high and has brown hair."
The Exiled Spartan responded with "Leave.", The two Mercenaries only laughed at him and the other said "We know you know where she is. so why don't you tell us where she is an-" Before being biting into the dirt by being kicked in the Knee. His companion was also struck on the shoulder with a shield. Kratos without any thought tried to grab a spear from a felled spearman before being shocked. It seemed that while Kratos was busy being electrocuted that the Mercenaries had ran away.
The Former-God reapproached the cave, it seemed the wolves has calmed down, But the girl was still shaken. He walked to her and spoke "Girl, What-Who are you?" The girl responded with "R-raphtalia, I'm a Demi-Human, sir". It seemed with her appendage that seemed the most likely of probabilities. Again he spoke "Why were those men after you?" The girl named Raphtalia shortly coughed before answering with "I-i'm a Slave, They were to sell me off to a Slave Dealer." Yet another cough, He state the obvious "You are with sickness." The girl nodded faintly said "Yes." Kratos said "You are ill, Stay, i will deal with the Mercenaries."
Kratos sat outside the cave, It was silent, There were no birds that chirped nor was there leaves that bustled. Kratos was eventually approached by about seven men, One appeared to be the leader who made his ways towards him and the leader, a burly and large man whistled and remarked "Quite an impressive figure, Truly. But you harmed two o' me men, What say ye' to that?" The once-Spartan General stood up and declared "You will leave or else."
The Leader spoke "Think we'll choose the 'or else' one, Ain't i righ-" A Punch to the throat fractured his larynx, He ran towards two swordsmen and slammed his shield on the skull of one, and bashed his shield on the teeth of the other swordsman. Three bowsman quickly readied their arrows and shot at it the Spartan, But the Spartan block two of the arrows and grabbed one of the arrows and then quickly sprinted to them, Jamming his picked up the arrow in the eyes of a bowman and dislocating at the shoulders of the Bowman's companion with a punch before throwing another punch to the head.
He headbutted the last bowman which quickly incapacitated him. The last fighter whose weapon was a dagger tried to jab it unto the Spartan but the dagger was instead jabbed into his belly which quickly killed him slowly..."How can you do that?" The once-parent turned around to see the child to who he did committed all this violence for, and his words of advice were only "By closing your heart for their suffering." Then followed silence between the two of them.
A/N I know that isn't really good, and the story is VERY fast paced but i'll try to rewrite it. * I made some inconsistencies with Kratos being able to hold the Blades without being zapped. Fixed it.