Silence held court as Oswald’s gleaming narrowed eyes looked upon the form of his younger brother. Clad in black and white, Oswald was in every way imaginable a stark contrast to August Knight. Two sides of the same coin, light and dark, two brothers bound to fight for their entire lifetimes.
Fate had decided that Oswald would always be August’s enemy, a modern day tale of heart versus neutral chaos. The bridge between these ideals meant that August and Oswald both were frequently locked in combat, only now a new layer had been added to this lifelong feud. A feud which would envelop UOW in its snare.
Waving a hand in a dismissive gesture Oswald cast a scathing look in August’s direction, having chosen to dismiss August as a non threat. His sole focus was presently on Chulunn Bold.
Oswald’s movements were sharp and relentless, his now turned back shrinking further into the distance, leaving his younger brother behind him for the time being. Still August’s warning about interfering in his championship match did echo inside his skull, this was something Oswald would need to keep in mind while he fought Chulunn. Thus it seemed that his career was becoming more intriguing by the day, the landscape around him changing as if it were a constant state of flux.
Visions of darkness unfurled behind his eyes, his life torn to shreds, the loss of power, everything he held dear ripped away from him. The hatred that existed between himself and August was a threat that now was laying siege to his new career path.
Despite his belief that August was a non threat, Oswald wasn’t so arrogant as to think that August wouldn’t follow through with his implied challenge, after all August rarely lied, a stark contrast to Oswald himself, who lied as easily as breathing.
//Knight Compound, an hour later//
Drumming his fingertips along an elegant looking oak table, an array of goblets lay on the surface, filled to the brim with various well aged alcoholic beverages. Next to the aforementioned goblets were various articles laying out the achievements of one August Knight.
Oswald Knight: “Bad blood like this can easily derail my aims, my upward progression. I cannot have that happen. I will not allow my foolhardy emotional younger brother to ruin all that I am working to create.”
His words carried into the silence, a measured careful response.
Oswald’s eyes swung upwards as part of a song played in the background as if on a timer or something of that ilk.
Some legends are told. Some turn to dust or to gold. But you will remember me, remember me for centuries.
True quiet reigned for several hours afterwards, a silence that stretched its talons outward as though it were an enormous bird-like creature.
Oswald’s expression darkened, true and unchained aggression filtering outwards, a bone deep loathing filling his veins in that moment. Visions of August broken and scrambling for ground floated through Oswald’s mind, a hunger to make this vision real took root, a need to wipe out this threat returned from his past.
It was just another threat Oswald faced, another soul who was standing in his way. First it was Lightning Man, now August, god only knows who will be next to earn his personal loathing. This Oswald knew was the consequence of wielding power in the underworld, everyone wanted to be the one to put him down.
Even now Oswald could feel his mind growing unhinged, his darkness presenting itself in showman like fashion. This it could be said was the other side of the coin that was the intriguing personality of Oswald Knight.
As if by rote a series of cameras fired up, bursting into true life. Each camera was positioned in such a way as to capture Oswald from every angle possible.
Straightening his tie, adjusting his fur coat, Oswald aimed a winning smile at the camera, a gleam of something unknowable in his eyes. All these actions were an indicator that preceded speech.
Oswald Knight: “You should know by now that bullets don’t kill this monster, Lighting Man. Your shot’s only served to further provoke our wrath. Every army starts with one single loyal soldier. And thus it seems I have a soldier at my side, his potential still evolving, his mind a damaged thing, his body a finely honed weapon.”
Oswald took a pause, his expression bordering on thoughtful for several moments.
Oswald Knight: “My mother always said a party is not a party without entertainment. I do intend for Ronin rumble to be quite the party. Perhaps it’s not our friends but… our enemies that define us. I’ll bring the party favours, I always enjoy a good party.”
Oswald took another pause, a beat to let his words sink in.
Oswald Knight: “I’m more than a bird like man, I’m an ideal, an example of what happens when the unacknowledged rise to power. People look at me and see a cowardly opportunist striking from the shadows, playing games to further his own ends.”
Oswald’s lips turned up in a cunning smirk, his expression amused by the countless number of people who had underestimated him and paid dearly for doing so.
Oswald Knight: “My name in the ring may be Mr Penguin. A noble creature from the coldest of climates. In truth I am a puppet master, pulling the strings of a variety of individuals. Ronin Rumble will be another example, another showcase of how I’ve been subtly and not so subtly manipulating events to gain power.”
Oswald’s smirk widened as he leaned in closer, a conspiratorial look in his eyes as he crooked a finger as if to reveal a secret.
Oswald Knight: “The truest meaning of Ronin is a vagrant samurai without a master. The first known usage of the word Ronin was in the year 1863. I wield no sword or traditional samurai weapon. Instead I fight with my fists, with my cunning nature. It is not unheard of for myself to provide funds to hire mercenaries. Every ruler requires muscle, do they not?”
Oswald’s tone was quiet, musing as the question lingered in the air.
Oswald Knight: “Lunatics and idiots? Ooh, my kind of people. I’m an artist. I just want to paint the town in my own image. The greatest villains have always been defined by the men that try to stop them. Details can be distracting. Sometimes a simple solution is best. I understand the criminal mindset, the desire to do what is needed to achieve your aims. Au Revoir UOW I’ll be seeing you soon, order your tickets, make your plans for the Ronin Rumble will be quite the show.”
Oswald’s cackling laughter filled the air, a high pitched sound that was akin to a warning, but a warning about what?.
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