was the word everyone gave to Zonia. They were always right; even those who never came to this place called it harsh. Called in uninhabitable. They were right if course. The wind and snow could break skin and freeze a lesser being to the bone, many people were known to have died of frostbite while standing. Causing them to become frozen statues of explorers, adventurers, or settlers. One bad hour out in the elements and you will never have been found again. It was the perfect chance for Ferr to put his tough hide to the test. At least that is what the Council thought! The minotaur-man, geared up and trekking through the knee-high snow kept an eye out for the mission area.

The captain had been sent out to retrieve a prototype, man-made crystal. It had been tested to enhance the output of ethernano originating from offensive Hexes and Sorceries. However, a member of the Grimm Troupe stole it. Infiltrating the testing site disguised as a researcher. Their plan went off without notice until the real research team went to continue tests. The decoy crystal blowing up instantly. Only through several other investigations did the Council find out that this sector of Grimm Troupe utilized an abandoned outpost for a hideout. It was doubled as the site for their own testing for the crystal, being dubbed "Power Stone". It was a good plan. The majority of the Council was against going after the sect of criminals, but Ferr volunteered for the mission. He had a tougher skin than most people and was invested in the improvement of the Council's technology. This was not a lie but not the whole truth either. The mutant Captain had a personal grudge against GT. If anyone was going to do this, it would be him.

Even though the wind was howling and biting at his body, through the extra layers of clothing, Ferr kept going. His hot-blooded determination keeping him warm all the way to the target location. After a few hours of walking alone, the large man spotted the snow-covered building. Constructed out of old brick and mortar, fortified by the ice which threatened to make it a tomb. A disabled and out-of-work spotlight tower was crafted into a make-shift watchtower. Within the nest, a pair of figures could be seen huddling for warmth.

“Hmm. You see that?” One of the figures said heavy crossbow knocked and ready to fire. “It looks like a yeti.”

“Yetis don’t exist. It must be someone from Eos checking up on our progress.” The second figure hissed as they checked through a spyglass. Peering through the lens, they had a hard time keeping up with the now charging Ferr. “Ugh, I don’t think that is someone we know. Too big. Take a shot.”

The first guard lifted his large weapon and began to lead the bolt intended to pierce Ferr. His adjusted for the wind and speed the Captain was charging it. Upon firing, the two waited to see the stranger downed by the first shot. Instead, a blinding lightning bolt struck the crossbow bolt, burning it and knocking it out of the air. “Shit, fire another!”

The knitted hat now burning and scorched, Ferr roared as he made it to the structure before another bolt could be fired. Snow sticking to his skin, the large man jumped up and grabbed the ice-covered ledge. On this first attempt, Ferr slipped and fell. Almost landing on his behind, the Captain managed to fix himself before crashing down. As the two guards came out to fire a volley of bolts, Ferr fired a handful of lightning bolts from his horns. The crossfire ended with two bolts piercing Ferr’s body, but two guards down as well.

Opening the door to the heated interior, it was obvious the only way to continue was down into the earth. The majority of the outpost seemed to have been located below in order to utilize the earth’s natural heat. Before stepping in, Ferr looked to the criminals now laying in the snow. If he left them there, they would surely perish from the cold. As a Captain, he could not let them just die…But did they deserve his mercy?

With the wind picking up, Ferr rushed into the building. His decision was final. “Damn punks.” He muttered while pulling out the bolts from his body. Sitting beside the door, Ferr began to take off his coat and inspect the wounds. “I need to rest before continuing.”

in a deep breath as he prepared, Ferr stood there in the light, smiling as his black and red eyes moved back and forth between the two rookies who rushed him. Had these two planned out their attack and maybe coordinated, then it would have made Ferr think. The Captain would have to think if they did a good job on the first assult. Cracking his knuckles and getting into a prepartory stance, like he was ready to be tackled, Ferr took the pot shots well enough before allowing the artificer to slam into his body. The impact was softened by Ferr's hands grabbing hold of the flaming fist. In a single follow through, the Captain lean back with the punch to the suprise of the assualant. "Rule one!" The horned behemoth shouted.

Pulling the man in closer, Ferr lifted his knee with harsh force; colliding it with the fighter's diaphragm. The glowing fist flickered as the artificer's body went limp from the pain. Ferr would then left them up, and slam them into the ground. Not simply throwing them, but ensuring he applied his monstrous force onto the body until it hit the ground. All the while his body and armor were taking hits from bolts of energy. Ferr's attention would not be so simple to divide. "Rule one, present a united front!" As the fighter with the umbrella hid behind their weapon, Ferr picked up the weak body he had just previously planted into the ground. The officer used their body as a shield until he was within fifteen feet. Within that fifteen foot range, Ferr through the body at the umbrella user. He partially swatted the umbrella away with the first hit but grabbed it with his hand and yanked it away. Not before the umbrella user could unleash a wave of light energy, leaving some bruises on the minotaur's hands. "That's a good start." He said, a wild shine in his battle-ready eyes.

His horns produced a quick hum before firing off a bolt of lightning at the umbrella-using fighter. The stun was fast acting and weak. Yet it gave Ferr a chance to use a Haymaker on their face. This attack was a more effective, painful way to stun the target. Looking towards the several veterans, expectations were high for them. Especially the one who was pleasing the crowds. "Let that be a lesson to the rest of you. A united front is a key to tactics in the Knights. We pride ourselves on it. Now come forth!"

echoed from the crowd and reverberated throughout the enterty of the Collosseum. The stone and metal had a slight shake to them; so faint you had to look for it in order to notice it. It was like this any time the main event of the night was going on. Sounds of magic and metal clashing and of bodies slamming into eachother.

Ferr smiled lightly in anticipation for the fight to be over. The vision of himself coming out of a tunnel and disturbing the match - acting like a heel - was entertaining. His large frame and dark appearance would make for a great S.L. Games villain. This was not wrestling, however. And doing that could lead to some serious backlash leading to the Knights. Instead, the bull-man stood near the mouth of the tunnel leading out towards the battle-floor. For several minutes the fighting was relentless, but he remained silent. Watching the fighters slug it out with magic, familiars, and arcane weapons.

At a point, the match concluded with a winner announced. Along with the applause from Ferr, the crowd resorted to their default actions of screaming and shouting. Clapping and roaring. It was always like this when the man came by.

Approaching the center of the arena, Ferr stood beside an announcer. As the combatants returned to the lockers, Ferr waved towards the many people in the stadium. His Captian armor shinning beneath the bright lacrima-powered lights. "Ladies and gentlemen! That was a splendid battle! I am proud to see such fine men and woman possessing these great talents. We Captains and Knights still have a lot to learn when it comes to flare. These Sorcerers displayed an amazing match. But now, it is time for a special event." At these words, the crowd began to rev back up. People who were preparing to leave after the main event sat back down with renewed anticipation. "Yes! I, Captain Ferr Aesir, asked for several combatants to face off against me. However. It seems only a handful have taken up the challenge tonight. Please, give them a round of applause! And welcome them onto the field, finally."

His large hand extended outwards towards the opposite side of the Colosseum as his opponents were exiting. They were a mixed bag of rookies looking to get their feet wet in any event they could get.

There was another combatant who was not an ordinary rookie...