"Take your bearings, King of Kings. I can tend to your wounds, but I require a more quiet place than this."
The King of Heroes chuckled, his bare chest rising up and down as he breathed evenly. Gilgamesh's natural healing had begun to activate, though it was not as great as Karna's blessing from his father. The Original Hero stood in one, fluid moment, ignoring yet acknowledging Karna's outstretched hand. The pride of the King was immeasurable, after all - though not without reason.
"I thank you for your offer, Karna, but it matters not. Within my treasury is medicine beyond compare."
A single golden portal opened above the grinning Gilgamesh, depositing a medium-sized jar of oil into his hands.
"I must tend to myself for but a moment."
With that, the King took several steps back, before pouring the healing oil over himself. It spilled from the urn onto his hair, flattening it, and then dripped down his perfectly-formed muscles. Each bead of oil traced it's path along his abdominal muscles, before boiling away. The very skin of the King of all Heroes was burning red-hot, his wounds closing as the oil traced its way along each and every line of muscle on his body.
Gilgamesh tensed his muscles as the last of the oil burned away, surrounding him in a cloud of scented steam. Laughing out lout, Gilgamesh walked forwards to where Karna now stood with two others beside him. Each of the King's steps showcased his body, his perfection, the sheer aura of arrogance and power that surrounded him - for such a thing was only natural to The Original King.
"I wanted to see the idiots who caused this damage."
"They are a unique pair aren't they? I used to believe that strong and stupid was going out of style before these two blew up the center of the city. However right now you are much more interesting to me then them. What House do you come from?"
Gilgamesh's grin grew feral, before he calmed himself. He had already graced the undeserving with a demonstration of his power. It would not do to let them become accustomed to his generosity, after all.
"I would much appreciate if you did not stop me, for I am not one to show mercy against those who break the Code of War"
"I doubt that she will Son of Surya. The Fae may be fickle, but thay are far from stupid."
Gilgamesh looked over the two that had approached Karna. One was a mage that, even though she had changed her form, could not hide from the fact that she had cast the barrier. There would be an appropriate punishment for this, of course, but Gilgamesh allowed her this moment of rest. He beheld her true form as he looked upon her, and saw the ugliness that lay within. Without recoiling, or even showing disgust, the King continued walking forward
The other was a Fae creature, who took the form of a woman with dark hair. Like the other who stood before them - Gilgamesh divined their name in an instant - she held within her a vast magical talent, greater than that possessed by the King. Such a thing was to be expected, of course, but even so she could not match his might. The Golden King was unconcerned. Still walking forward, his muscled form rippling with every stride he took, Gilgamesh drew near to Karna.
"I have no intention of stopping you. It would be a shame to lose someone so fair."
The Golden King said nothing, his face impassive. The Fae was beautiful, of course, but a few words of praise was not even a gift. It was natural that all should praise and adore him, after all. He took it in stride and continued forth
"An impressive display, but a futile one. An abundance of what was once rare loses what made it precious."
"Even with the decay of value, what Bhoomidevi has blessed us with in the form of these gems shall easily fund the repairs needed. The loss of life is truly tragic, but the cycle of reincarnation is forever long, and the lost souls shall live a fortunate life. It is but Dharma."
"There is still enough filth in the world to give it worth Fae. Hmm. It will become tiresome if I have to refer to you as Fae all the time. Will you tell me your name?"
Even then, Gilgamesh did not speak. He had perceived the nature of the sorceress who now spoke, and did not recognize her as something with worth.
Even as she said that Grigori turned to the right and saw a crow standing on the ruins of a building, and it was staring at the little group at the center of the crater. "How forward of you sorcerer. Such a blatant familiar." A twist of her hand sent thousands of tendrils of shadow at the bird. It was captured in a moment and pulled it right in front of Grigori's face. "Blood. How cute. Come out wherever you are sorcerer! You would not like it if you made me come after you."
A single pool of molten gold cast its light upon the group standing near Karna for but an instant. In that instant, a blur to supernatural eyes that no mortal could perceive shot forth, piercing straight through the familiar and destroying it utterly, carrying it into the side of another building, far off. With that, Gilgamesh, King of All Heroes, had announced his presence to the gathered.
"You would accept that wretch's aid? You fill me with sadness, Karna..."
Karna had shown a fraction of his wrath to the Faerie standing before him, yet Gilgamesh took no notice. Completely ignoring the sorceress and the black-haired fae, the Golden King stopped just short of Karna, smirking.
"And yet, you fill me with a great joy. I have not fought so hard since the days of Uruk, in stronger times then this modern age."
Gilgamesh looked around him like he was seeing those gathered around Karna for the first time.
"And what do we have here? A Faerie and a soul stained with countless years of rot? Though it is but your choice, the company you keep is odd for such a man, Karna. Well, no matter".
Gilgamesh cast his eyes around the empty space where he had unleashed the might of his greatest treasure. He was impressed by the might that Karna had displayed, and said as much to the golden warrior.
"That attack was magnificent, indeed. Truly, the might of the greatest of all Astras rings true."
The Golden King finally deigned to acknowledge the presence of the two surrounding Karna and himself. His eyes fell upon the Fae, and he tilted his head, red eyes watching her with the casual, deserved arrogance that radiated from every part of his being.
"Where's your manners, Wynn Noreen Umbra? It is important to give one's full name upon first introducing yourself to avoid confusion. I am Karna, though unfortunately, I have no surnames to hide behind like yourself".
"Such a long name. I think that I'll just call you Little Shadow."
"
Wynn Noreen Umbra."
The statement of her full name fell like an iron hammer from the mouth of Gilgamesh, for the true names of the Fae are rarely earned and even more rarely given. To call out a faerie's full name from the mouth of such a man, an existence closer to god than human, would catch the attention of any being in an instant. The crimson eyes of the King regarded her form. Gilgamesh spoke in a softer voice, musing.
"And what would an existence like yourself seek in such a city?"
