Tyr Vs. Gravity?

Rose the wooden elevator of Castle Mourne. As it stopped at the second level of the castle, a set of stairs stand before Gunne. A scent hits his nose. "By Marika, what forged such foul stench?"

Walking up the stairs, a horrific scene took place. A large pile of bodies stacked near the wall with a wooden post with a corpse tied to it was lit ablaze.

Misbegotten seemingly prayed to the burning body. Fire fueled by anger ignited inside Gunne. The sight of mistreating the dead was offsetting for him.

Using Body Flicker, he dashed over to the misbegotten at the end of the hill of bodies and separated their head from their shoulders.

The sound of a head and body falling to the ground caught the other's attention. "You foul cretins dare desecrate the dead?" His sword swung toward the ground. "You insolent creatures sinners to the core of your very being."

The misbegotten raced at Gunne with no hesitation. Surrounding their body was the intention to rip Gunne limb from limb. "I shall vanquish each and every one of you AND ENGRAVE YOUR SOULS WITH THE ESSENCE OF MY BLADE!!"

Gunne held his sword with both hands and charged at the army of Misbegottens. Bisecting each that came his way, the Misbegottens were too simple, weak, and slow to stop the tsunami that was Gunne's anger. His attacks sever their bodies, laying waste to their life with a singular swing of his sword. His blood dyed red from the paste of those beasts. Even the rabid canines that craved flesh and bones were nothing before his blade. And with that, he found himself in front of a pumpkin head. While large in stature, he didn't feet the same ill intentions from this being. It was almost as if it was scared.

"Creature, heed my words." He used his forearm to wipe the filth off his blade. "Quietly stay in place and I shall spare your life."

While the words of Gunne may reach the mind of a man of sanity, this was not one. The warrior raised its large club and dropped it above the head of the soldier.

"You were warned." From a drawing sword stance, Gunne vanished when the armament was 5 inches from his face. Severing the chest and arm of the large warrior. The Mad Pumpkin head grunts in pain as it falls over. Blood splats against the tree behind it as Gunne sighed. Wiping the blood from his sword, he continued his adventure through Castle Morne.

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THOOM!! The side of a cliff crashes down as thunder is brought down from the heavens.

Two beings surrounded by the corpses of Stormveil trolls opposed each other. One wields a mighty hammer in their hand, the other a katana.

Tyr was against a challenger. A man shrouded in metal with a hammer sheeted in a dark gray alloy with cracks that hide a purple aura.

(A hammer and that destructive force. He must be a strength build. But what part of the game is he on? I've never seen a weapon like that in Elden Ring before so where did he get that from? It looks like the Meteoric Ore blade.) Tyr was lost in thought.

"Hey, do you have time to be thinking so hard?" As Tyr was assessing the opponent's prowess, the armament they wielded travelled across the space between Tyr and his opponent. He ducks under the hammer and immediately dashed at the man. His form of movement was irregular, zigzagging as he approached the opposition.

The hammer stopped in mid air and flew back to its own. As Tyr sent out a strike angled from shoulder to shoulder at the opponent, they blocked with their hammer.

(They can summon their weapon back?) Tyr was surprised that he could manipulate the hammer's trajectory.

The man pushed Tyr back. With a laugh, he placed the hammer on his shoulder. "If it wasn't for your erratic ass movements I would've taken your head off already."

"Well then you wouldn't mind if I started trying right?" His eyes illuminate in a dim red shine. With two tomoe surrounding his pupil.

"Not at all." Puprle electrical currents run across the surface of his hammer. This man's name was Egor. He raised his hammer up and hits the ground, creating a 50 foot crater that sunk everything in the surrounding area to the ground.

Face in the ground, he grit his teeth. (Seriously!! What level is this guy?)

The man ran at Tyr. One hand weaves multiple hand seals. He rises up as a hammer comes down. "Wind Style: Breakthrough Jutsu." His palm points at Egor and sends out a strong gust of wind.

(Wind?) Egor was surprised. The gale forces swept him off his feet.

Tyr positioned himself in a drawing sword slash. Chakra is imbued into the sword and with a swing, a crescent projectile of chakra ejected from the blade.

Egor watched the energy blade soared to him. The man pointed the hammer at the blade of chakra and falls to the ground. The ground caves in under him.

(This guy used gravity to stop my attack. Who he think he is, Radahn?) Tyr thought.

Holding onto the sword and angling it horizontally, he leans on his front left leg. (But it looks like he only weighs down the area or his hammer. If thats the case then.)

He weaves a singular hand seal and multiple versions of himself come raging at Egor, blades in hand.

(He can clone himself?) One of them pulled out a Tree Sentinel Shield and launched it at Egor. The man dodged the shield by jumping. The others come from his side and in front of him with the blade in hand. Stabbing at him. Egor circularly strike his hammer around his body. They phase through the attack which shocked him. The clones fade away. (They're fake?)

A large fireball come raging at the hammer wielder. With an increase in gravity, he dispersed the flame sphere entierely. (Now where is he?) He paid attention to his surroundings but couldn't find Tyr.

But a hole is forcibly opened below Egor and the head of Tyr bashes into Egor's chin. CLICK! The collar of his sword was unleashed from its sheathe and with a swing, the blade cleaves through the torso of Egor.

"GAH!!" His body hits the floor and as he took hold of his crimson flask, his wrist was stepped on.

"Its over." Tyr said while adjust the sword to Egor's neck.

"Heh, clever bastard." The sword pierced through Egor's neck, sending him back to his world.

"This guy was annoying. Gravity, gravity, gravity, he's gonna be trouble when he gets Radahn's blades." Tyr sheathes his sword and walks off. "Not like I care anyways. Lets go find this dungeon."