"If someone speaks insults to another man ("You’re not the like of a man, and not a man in your chest!" – "I’m a man unlike you!"), they shall meet where three roads meet.

If he who has spoken comes and not the insulted one, then he shall be as he’s been called: no right to swear oaths, no right to bear witness, may it concern man or woman.

If the insulted one comes and not he who has spoken, then he shall cry "Niðingr!" three times and make a mark in the ground, and he is worse who spoke what he dared not keep.

Now both meet fully armed: if the insulted one falls, the compensation is half a weregild; if he who has spoken falls, insults are the worst, the tongue the head’s bane, he shall lie in a field of no compensation." -Västergötland, Sweden 13th Century law

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{Current Day 10:23PM}

[Inside the Erinyes Mountains Shuttleway To Mount. Morta]

In a commonly used horror movie style troupe, the man moves his head, and from behind his hair, to his absolute astonishment, MamMon DæMon is sitting in the opposite corner, behind him.

In a manner only he can keep under immediate surprise, Nephilim talks to the DæMon through the reflection, calmly.

Nephilim: "Those abilities of yours continue to go beyond my expectations each and every day, Madame MamMon.

So, it seems with Seiõr you don’t need to have a proper form of identification to ride this shuttle?"

Smiling from underneath her hood, the DæMon crosses her legs underneath her black cloak with Money Tree patches scattered all over.

MamMon DæMon: "I could say the same for your renowned composure, Erinyes Nephilim.

Most individuals would have at the very least, turned to make sure their minds weren’t playing tricks on them.

But like most ’Blood-Eyes’, you surely are special, aren’t you, Erinyes Nephilim?"

The respectful General turns to face the Scandinavian witch.

Behind her in the glass window, the walls outside of the shuttle pass by.

Nephilim: "I wouldn’t know what you’re inferring Madame Laban, but I sure am ecstatic to know you won’t have to wait for me while I retrieve Miss Eden."

MamMon DæMon: "I assure you, I do not wait, Erinyes Nephilim.

Now, while we are here and I have your undivided attention I want you to hold on to this."

She tosses over what at first looks like a pink glowing crystal ball that is about the size of a baseball.

On the opposite side of the shuttle cart, the man catches the object.

Nephilim: "What is this?"

After looking more closely, the eyes of the General for all Erinyes territory, widen in complete shock.

Inside the pink illuminating orb, is a sleeping little girl, but not just any little girl.

Princess Kawaii is peacefully sound asleep inside. She is somehow more adorable even with a small snot bubble inflating and deflating with every inhale and exhale.

MamMon DæMon: "That is the ’ball’ we will be using in the little ’game’ we will be playing against Skalmönd and her crew in a couple days."

Nephilim takes a few looks back and forth between the small crystal ball in his hand and the hood off, smirking Scandinavian witch who has obviously placed her in there.

Nephilim: "Madame MamMon, who is this, how did you get a little girl inside a crystal ball, and what do you mean by ’game’?

I thought you said we were going to battle Dice’s group, not imprison a child!"

The DæMon’s smirk vanishes and turns to a glare after looking from her golden painted nails.

MamMon DæMon: "It would best for you to not make such outlandish assumptions, dear Erinyes Nephilim. The way I do things is very tedious and purposefully inconspicuous for a reason."

The General looks back down at the shrunken princess asleep in his hand.

MamMon DæMon: "Id it shows you any sign of my civil conscious, the reason I am asking you specifically, is because I know how greatly you care for the innocent.

Particularly vulnerable females.

You might even say, it’s in your blood?"

Nephilim looks back up from the crystal ball and glares back at the DæMon.

Nephilim: "Is she safe in here?

If this shatters, does she die?"

Intercom Voice: "Shuttle from Mount. Decima, Residential District to Mount. Morta, Government District will be approaching it’s destination in 5 minutes!

Please make sure you take all of your belongings and leave in orderly fashion.

It is a pleasure to be able to transport all of humanity’s survivors to wherever their freedom takes them!"

While inside the ball, the snot bubble pops and Princess Kawaii stretches with a yawn but stays asleep. A new charming bubble forms from her nose and repeats to inflate/deflate while she breathes.

MamMon DæMon: "I assure you, that concentrated orb of Seiõr is the most protective place in existence for the adorable ’2nd Generation’."

Nephilim(thinking): *...’Orb of Seiõr ’.*

She looks across the shuttle cart at the pink glowing ball in the General’s scarred up hand.

MamMon DæMon: "Do remember, I too know how it feels to be a young girl, scared of this existence, and wondered where I could find true comfort in this world."

Nephilim’s scowl immediately turns to a look of empathy and and regret for making assumptions.

MamMon DæMon: *sighs* "As we speak, nothing can pierce, crush, or melt that casing she is in at the moment.

In 3 days, when we do have our Holmgang against Skalmönd, that orb and the child inside will be the main objective."

Nephilim: "If I may ask, Madame MamMon, what is this ’Holmgang’ and will it negatively affect my pupils I’m letting participate?"

MamMon chuckles and takes a moment before answering.

MamMon DæMon: *chuckle* "Back when the Vikings and my ghoulish mothers reigned supreme, a Holmgang was considered to be a duel practiced by only the most savage of the early medieval Scandinavians.

Anyone offended or who has a quarrel could challenge the other party to a holmgang regardless of their differences on the social or economic ladder.

It could be for a matter of honor, ownership of property, demand of restitution of debt, legal disagreement or intentions to avenge a victim, relative or to protect the honor of a friend.

It was a legally recognized way to settle disputes in some of the society’s and the way of life for the alpha male North German gangs.

The name holmgang means ’home going’ and derives from the combatants’ dueling on a small island they would have referred to as holm.

It is figuratively in reference to how most people see a sports arena."

Nephilim: "So the forest you created within the month..."

MamMon DæMon: "Since that was my place of residence the day this apocalypse happened, and after so much time and effort gone into preparations, I guess you could call it my ’home field’.

Or should I say, our home field."

Nephilim shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath with an exhale.

He keeps his eyes closed while asking his next question.

Nephilim: "I understand we need time to train and get ready, but why 3 days?

Why couldn’t we do this ’battle’ tomorrow?"

MamMon DæMon: "Holmgangs were fought 3–7 days after the challenge was issued and accepted.

If the person who was challenged did not turn up for the holmgang on the agreed upon setting of the sun, the other party was considered the winner and owner of the others property.

If the offended party did not turn up for the holmgang they had declared themselves, they were deemed a slimy, no good, niðingr.

That cowardly action alone could have been sentenced to outlawry. If that niðingr is unwilling or unable to defend their claim, they had no honor.

More often than not, a capable warrior volunteered to fight in the place of a clearly outclassed friend."

Nephilim: *chuckles* "So holm means home and Vikings traveled in gangs that had prepared battles?

Doesn’t sound to different than how we did things in sports before this apocalypse happened."

MamMon DæMon: "Hmph, you see, Erinyes Nephilim, not only is Vinland’s native language eeriely similar to that of the Old Norse, but their athletic customs are strangely and heavily influenced by Viking culture, whether they know it or not."

The general processes the information but suddenly realizes something.

Nephilim: "Wait, Madame MamMon...

You said, ’winner gets ownership of the other’s property...did you not?"

The eyes of the DaeMon and the man with a cursed past lock and the airbrakes from the shuttle are heard.

Intercom Voice: "Shuttle from Mount. Decima, Residential District to Mount. Morta, Government District has arrived at it’s destination!

Please make sure you take all of your belongings and leave in a calm, orderly fashion.

Please, have a wonderful evening!

It is always a pleasure to be able to transport all of humanity’s survivors to wherever their freedom takes them!"

MamMon DæMon: "Ohtototototototototo!

What’s wrong, Erinyes Nephilim?

Are you doubting the capabilities of you and your team against any challenges in your way?"