Samuel would quickly evade the incoming attack with a crouch, before swinging his blade to the opponent's legs who jumped up and vanished once more, returning to the metal poles surrounding the supposed 'Arena' to stand at the pedestal. Electricity would crackle and spark around the opposing Raiju, as Samuel took the sliver of time to charge at Lupus and attack before it would once again electrocute the floor below. Samuel managed to jump onto the pedestal as Lupus cackled at him in a form of mockery, making him plunge his sword upwards and completely miss the opponent, traveling along a different rod to another part of the room, standing above a statue with its arms crossed. "To slow, to slow! I am lightning itself, charged with energy and bound to strike!" it hollered before it sent another jolt of lightning into the water, making it crackle and eroding some of the floor and ceiling as well, chunks of the roof above cracking apart and falling onto the ground which allowed Samuel to hop on one of these chunks. 

Blade at the ready, he kept his eyes on Lupus as it stood there with its arms crossed. Samuel grew weary of such a pointless fight. He wanted to get into proper action. "Stop fleeing and fight me like a true warrior! Or are you afraid of being cut open-" Samuel would yell before being quickly halted when Lupus just flew at him, having taken a huge leap to attack him which made Samuel quickly swing his sword. Within a split second, however, Lupus caught the sword with its hand, before it started sparking and Samuel could feel a hot tingling session within his body, quickly withdrawing his hand from his blade. "Interesting... the electricity didn't fully conduct into your body because of the loose cloth you wrap around the handle... you should be fried to a crisp..." but before Lupus could finish Samuel would deliver a kick to its leg, staggering it a little before he would reach for his sword and raise it over his head, swinging it down as Lupus

But Lupus was too quick, completely evading to blow by traveling down the metal bars that lead into the water. Samuel needed to plan out what he could do to stop Lupus from constantly escaping his grasp and moving somewhere else. If this would continue any longer, Samuel would never find an end to this fight. Lupus just cackled while traveling from bar to bar, making Samuel swerve around to try to track the sparks that moved along the room. Think Samuel, think...

The gruff Dwarf stood in a line among other Mercenaries yet due to his height he wouldn't be able to see ahead of him. Balor chose to procrastinate with talking to the pretty women around town instead of getting to the board to get a good job before anyone else does. He kept on muttering insults and whatnot about the people and would've kept quiet if the person in front of him was a woman with a nice rear but that wasn't the case. In front of him is what Balor would call a 'bumbling moron', a man who seemed to just look at everything and not pay attention to anything around him. As the line shortened and Balor made it up front, he regrets his procrastination decision as the jobs on the board were awful. He might as well licked the dung off of boots if he was gonna be paid these nimble amounts. He would look at the jobs on the board once more before he would take a simple 'clear an area of monsters' job, but the only problem was... he couldn't reach it. He stood on his tippy-toes, as the paper for the job was on the top of the board. The people behind him watched in amusement as the Dwarf couldn't reach the paper as an elf poked his head out from the line. "Do you need help, Dwarf?" the elf asked kindly, with blonde hair, green eyes, and a rather slim build. Balor just mumbled and waved his hand away. "No no, I can handle this myself pointy-ears" he responded before he finally managed to grab the paper yet tear the edge off due to the force. sloppily folding it up, he would pick up his Warhammer and walk away before snagging a bottle of booze from a nearby vendor, leaving a few coins in the place to pay for the booze

After moving away from the crowds and somewhat bustling population at the time, Balor would pull out the piece of paper and unfold it to read what it said. He was furious to figure out that he read the paper wrong and it was stated that he needed to kill rodents, like mice, inside of a building that will soon be purchased to make a bakery. He needs to squash rats? Why couldn't he do anything better, like chase around succubi or bludgeon orcs to death with his very own Warhammer? And for a measly 20 silver coins? He shouldn't be complaining, at least he got a job this time. He would turn the paper to the back and follow the directions before he made it to the small abandoned building. Walking inside rats indeed scurrying around, but something bigger was in a corner, gorging on the corpse of an unidentified person as bones snapped and flesh ripped. "You're a big one, ain't ya?" Balor asked as he caught the attention of the creature which appeared to be a much larger, bipedal rat. It would sniff around before detecting Balor by the booze in his breath, a pink tail whipping around as the other rats surrounded it. "Maybe I should learn to be more grateful... not to judge a book by its cover..." he said as the Giant Rat would screech at him and the two would charge.

Samuel would be left a huffing mess, having struggled with this creature for several hours now, already feeling worn out from constant fighting. However, Lupus seemed to not even be affected at all, but he did stop attacking. "You have survived the longest of all my foes... and for that, you may hear a secret," it said as it stood well away from Samuel. "Your 'Nobility' has been sending men to me to try and silence me of the information I hold pertaining them. The Nobility are corrupt and will silence all who know of the inner workings." it said as Samuel looked in confusion. "What? That can't be true..." he said. Honestly, he half-heartedly believed it. The Nobility did an awful job of caring for the people of Hethengard, while they sit on their shiny throne the townspeople are forced to suffer. "...And what evidence do you have to prove this point...?" Samuel asked

"The death of your father"