Foehammer

"Eh..." Cal rumbles as he sees the individual from his previous meeting "...yer bloody self 'gain laddie?" Jumping off of the top of the building, Cal allows himself to fall until just before he hits bottom, and then he uses the new innate power he has gained, and hovers just above the ground.

Dropping lightly to his feet, the towering behemoth snorts once "Ye better believe I ain't helpin' ye get any bloody human body..." Clenching his hands into fists, a dark energy releases itself from his body as a different white energy barely fills his eyes "...and if'n yer thinkin' o' keepin' me friend, well laddie, yer in fer a mighty tough night."

Just barely listening to what Servant says, Cal nods his head slowly, "Aye, I'll go long with that.. fer now.. but don't think yer gettin' away with anythin', pup. If'n ye step the wrong way, or we're not seein' Scion again, then you'll be pullin' yer bollocks outta yer stomach."

Watching as the drama begins to play out, Cal covers a small smirk at Servants words, and thinks *Eh, Boss, good way o' dealin' wit' people. Next thing ye know ye'll be tellin' me I'm some kind o' alien or somethin'..*

Of course Scion's response is even more dramatic, and Cal rolls off the Zues parts as the flames rear up, "Christ Scion!!.." Cal roars, "...watch where yer shootin' yer crisper. I ain't much o' mind ta be fire blasted, and fixin' meself up." For the most part the words are said in jest in an attempt to alleviate the tension, but whether it works or not is undecided.

Dusting himself off from ashes, and a few singed hairs, Cal rumbles "Aye Boss, whaddya mean he ain't no son o' Arthur? I met some wierd dark version o' him when I went after his trapped carcass not too long ago. This place o' mists was pretty bloody well like I'd expect the Mists o' Avalon ta be like."

"Aye, and I didnae hafta beat the tar outta the thing either, but it's part o' what I do, eh?" The big man replies to Servant, and glances back towards Scion "So Bro, what ya been up to? Tipsy at the pub? Kickin' some fellons in the bollocks? Spendin' yer time with someone prettier, and longer hair than the likes o' us?"

"I flew up here..." Cal says as easily as if he took the elevator. Grinning at Scion, the big man shrugs his massive shoulders, "Ye go through lifes changes, and 'fore ye know it yer flyin around some like bird..." running a hand through his hair, Cal adds "...or a jet if yer me."

Patting the Zeus, Cal continues "This here monstrosity o' metal is called a Zeus Titan. It's when two o' the little Hercules Titans merge. They get pretty tough, but aint so tough that I can't give it a go. I was figurin' I needed ta bring some pieces back fer Servant, but I'll be damned if'n I know which pieces... so I brought back the whole bloody mess."

"Aye, ye've missed quite a bit, lad, but nothin' that couldn't been handled." the Irishman returns to his friend he hasn't seen in some time. "People need ta go figurin' themselves out sometimes. Ain't nothin' we can do 'bout it, but wait fer 'em ta come back." Looking back towards the skies, Cal adds "A friend o' mine used ta say 'May ye never forget what is worth rememberi', or remember what is best forgotten.'..." after a moment of quiet comtenmplation, "...or some bloody crap like that. Eh, any way, its good ta be seein' ya back, Brother."

“Eh, sounds serious…” Cal responds to Servant, “…hope I ain’t fire. I’m still workin’ on that work visa.” Another round of laughter follows Cal’s comment, but then in all seriousness he responds “Be there before ye know it. Out here, Boss.” Looking down at the Zeus, Cal starts picking his way through, finally decides he’s got no clue what Servant wants, and picks up the beast of a machine in its entirety. “This should make ‘em happy.”, then heads off at tremendous speeds towards Tannan Industries.

Once he gets to the building, carrying the Zeus, Cal grunts and with Force of Will alone flies to the top of the building. “If’n I keep this up, I’ll be shootin’ laser beams outta me eyes...” Cal muses to himself, and sets the Zeus down beside him.

Being the first of the three to make it to the designated meeting spot, Cal simply sits atop his conquest, and waits for the others to show up. From his view he can spot the various statues spotted along Paragon City’s skyline, and thinks to himself *One day, I’ll be one o’ these statues, and if’n I am descended from CuChulainn he’ll be proud*

The sounds of a pitched battle roll throughout Peregrine Island, almost as if World War III has come to town, and a bombardment of missiles come soaring close to a nearby building. A great explosion occurs, and left standing in the smoking hole is the Blade of CuChulainn... also known as Caladbolg. The dust clears almost as fast as the wounds heal on his body, what wounds he did take, and he cracks his neck as he loosens up his shoulders "Well ye bucket o' bolts, that ain't too shabby, but yer gonna hafta do better'n that if yer thinkin' o' rumblin' wit me..."

The Hercules Titan robot buzzes out in an electronic voice, "Enemy identified as Caladbolg. Extremely Dangerous. Proceed with Extreme Prejudice." Then the two remaining robots combine to form the dreaded Zeus Titan, and add "Terminate Caladbolg." The large hero rolls his eyes, and rumbles "Bollocks, gotta learn ta keep me mouth shut..." and ducks under the next volley of missiles as he rockets towards his enemy with lightning speed. Stepping up under the robots mechanical chassis, Caladbolg roars his defiance as he smashes into the underside of a leg with an incredible uppercut. The black energy that envelopes his hands clings to the robot, and causes it's targeting systems to malfunction slightly. Allowing him a moment to duck under one of the large sweeping arms, and deliver a series of punishing blows to the power component, and bringing the newly combined Zeus to its knees.

As the dark energy flows off of him, as well as the Zeus, Caladbolg flexes his hands in curiosity. *So Strange* Cal thinks to himself, *I never bloody had this before, and now I can't seem ta get rid o' it. Dunno what it means, maybe Servant can help out...* At the thought of his friend, Cal gives a chuckle, *...a bit naive, that Lad is, but good at heart I think. Taken ta the leavin' o' some folks a bit to much ta heart. People are a flakey bunch. Never knownin' what they want or when they want it. I should give'em a call*.

Looking down at the odd communication device Servant gave him, Cal grumbles "Freaky gadgets, and too many remote controls." He punches the keys wrong a few times, and growls his frustration. Plunging a darkened hand into the Zeus parts, Cal releases some of his anger, and finally gets his communicator to work "Hey, Yo, Boss. Got me a Zeus here, ye be needing' some parts fer yer mad schemes?!" The big man grins, knowing that Servant has a hard time dealing with his blunt humor, but thinks the man generally enjoys the Irish Rogue's view on life. "I ain't run inta any Carnies yet, but if'n I find one I'll bring back a Ring Mistress 'cause I'm knowin' ye like the thongs..." A thick bit of deep laughter follows into the communicator after his comments... little does Cal realize that anyone on the MP Net would hear him.

The Paladins, the group that Servant recruited, no told him he was all ready a part of, Caladbolg still isn't sure he fits into yet. He doesn't share most of their beliefs in One God, or the Chivalry of the Knights, but Servant tells him he is one of them. Cal guesses that if something picked him for it they had good reason. If Servant is the representation of Nobility, Cal would assume, that he would represent Courage in all forms. Running headlong into a group of Nemesis is the same to him as speaking his mind even if others don't agree. All in all he respects all of his new found friends, but sometimes he wished they would be a little less High and Mighty, and a little more Street Wise...