Methuselah
Crap, so fast. He could barely follow him thanks to the higher ground, that warrior was unbelievable! A powerful blast came crashing down on the god, Methuselah barely had the time to summon a wave of darkness to oppose the beam, clashing and overwhelming the destructive energy by devouring it before crashing down towards the man. As soon as their attacks connected, the sun shattered and a tremendous sea of darkness covered the heavens, blotting all light until the skies became a shadow.
Crap. Did he go overboard again? No, no. Ever since he had been defeated, his powers weren't that great. Normally, he would've felt relieved at the familiar feeling of darkness covering him, but somehow he had a bad feeling about this.
"Um, that wasn't me." He said shyly.
Vanguard
Hmph, how deplorable. Aside costumes and such commodities, this store had absolutely no item of interest. Just how Relius expected any profit from such rubbish was beyond him. Still, he knew the importance of being clothed, especially when it came to appearance. For now, he supposed simple biker clothes would do. Once dressed, he walked upstairs to meet the intruder.
With calm, deliberate steps the legendary warrior walked towards the boy. The moment he was in his line of sight, Vanguard glanced past him and scoffed. Truthfully, he could not see what Relius would see of interest in such a sorry looking thing.
Hmph, a pale imitation even more deplorable than her. Disgusting.
Perhaps still a product of thinking of her, the air grew colder as it cracked with an unbelievable pressure. He looked,the expression in his face literally unreadable, but there was no mistake in his intent. Coppelius would die, unable to move, resist or even breathe. Vanguard walked even closer and looked down on the puppet, like an executioner or perhaps the grim reaper.
"-Oh?"
He raised his hand, reaching for his throat, but his hand suddenly stopped midair right in front of his face. His features no longer obscured, it seemed he was just a foreigner, smiling casually in an almost teasing demeanor. It wasn't the earlier pressure or Vanguard's look that was strange, but the once very possible idea that the man was going to kill him just because he was coming closer.
"Wait right here. You have business with Relius, right?" He said in a bored, but almost friendly tone.