Gallius was a loud, boisterous man. He was one that seemed to be entirely under the belief that he was from what these earthlings called ‘Middle Ages’, and his speech and mannerisms were considered weird by others. To Harditz, it was just another thing he had to deal with while trying to chase down his future victims. Some of the intel he’d learned from Koja has sent him to this far corner of the galaxy because one of the culprits in the murder of Harditz’ family was coming here next, perfecting the method of destruction once visited upon the Saiyan himself.

Harditz wasn’t a hero at all. He was barely a good person. But he wasn’t about to let happen to someone else the same thing he had experienced.

”Ye haf askd me ta help ya trane ya!” The man who believed himself a knight hollered, flashing a red sword of energy at them as he spoke.

It wasn’t entirely true. The Saiyan hadn’t actually asked to be trained at all. He’d meeely made mention in passing that he needed to get stronger as well if his target was improving himself. But after remembering Pleez from the space station, and how powerful she’d been just from existing, he hadn’t declined when ‘Sir Gallius’ accepted the ‘request for apprenticeship’.

”I shalt tell ye now...we be tools fer peese... Now-”

Gallius cut himself off, started acting strange and speaking to himself, which didn’t elicit any more of a sense of confidence toward the mad knight from the racer. It was one thing to carry on a persona, but to start talking to yourself in the middle of teaching? That was pretty rough.

”Increasingly dangerous power levels are on the move, Harditz. Potential target to be engaging in minutes.” Harditz turned his head in the direction his AI indicated, now understanding the reason Gallius became distracted. This knight either had an AI of his own, doubtful, or he’d felt the energy on his own, something he’d heard powerful warriors were capable of.

”Chayng of plans me frens... training exercise. Don’t die and you pass” Gallius manifested a red polearm, and set himself in for a fight.

Harditz didn’t have weapons, he didn’t know advanced techniques like that. Once again he considered the fact that racers weren’t truly fighters. Their minor scuffles during the Grand Prix was nothing compared to a real battle. One the one hand, he might die today if this enemy was as powerful as Gallius claimed, but on the other... Might have been a good thing to take this training g course.

”Immediate course of action: flank target when it comes within range. Proceed to attack from opposing angles until more powerful ally can intervene.”

If he lived, he was going to program this AI with a personality.
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