For what reason Ragnar had a Fragment in him, Zaroth didn't know, and truthfully he didn't care. All he knew was that killing the man before him would yield him a large reward, maybe even make him significantly stronger, and he wasn't about to miss that chance!
His muscles tensed to their limit, the blood in his veins running wild, trying to deliver enough oxygen to his body as he shot forward faster than an arrow, holding his odachi firmly in his hand, ready to attack.
He didn't even bother to give Luna a command; she was smart, she knew what she had to do. Her body enlarged, assuming her dragon form as she soared high in the sky, getting ready to deliver a devastating inferno.
Going all out from the very start, Zaroth even summoned Nightshade as she began to materialize behind Ragnar.
A low, menacing chuckle escaped from the dark helmet that obscured Ragnar's face. "So you are the type to attack with no hesitation? Good! This is how a man ought to be!"
