The Industrial Warrior

Ragnar ran all the way back to Hendrix's throne room. He kicked the door open and dropped on the ground rolling in pain. Hendrix was talking to Alexander Smith The 3rd often known as The Industrial Warrior. He was the one to seal the deal and put the war to rest. Alexander stood up to 6'11 weighing 220 pounds. His hair was white. He had it slicked back. His skin was purple. In the middle of his forehead, he had a rare mysterious gem that people came up with rumors was probably the source of his power. They were right and wrong. Alexander just came back from taking control of the north, overthrowing the 50,000 Royal Elven soldiers that were shacked up there. His power level was unknown. They were rudely interrupted when Ragnar came crashing into the room breathing heavily and bleeding everywhere.

You son of bitch!" yelled Ragnar. " You knew what you were sending me into!" You know those little bastards are strong!" Hendrix sighed, beginning to shake his head in disappointment. Excuse me, Ragnar." We are having a very important conversation." Hey butt out and wait outside." said Alexander. Hearing Alexander talk was making Ragnar pissed off. " You don't tell me what to do." Anyway's who the fuck are you?" Alexander started smiling. " My name is Alexander Smith The 3rd, the top commander of King Hendrix's army." You don't have to tell me your name." I already know who you are." Ragnar sucked his teeth. " Enlightenment me, smart guy." Very well then." You are Ragnar." King Hendrix's brother." You are considered as a hothead." You are also a highly-skilled assassin with a death toll of 350,234." You've been an assassin for nearly 30 years." However recently you've been rather washed. Ragnar was growing angry. " Who the fuck are you talking to?" Don't you know I could bash your fucking head into the ground?!"

Don't test me." Alexander placed a serious expression on his face. " I would like to see you try. Ragnar started laughing. He took off the top layer of clothes he wore and started stretching even though he was in pain and needed medical attention. He instantly ran towards Alexander, who had an unworried look on his face. He leaped into the air, and kicked Alexander in the face, slightly bruising him. Ragnar landed on his feet and punched Alexander repeatly in his stomach. Ragnar noticed Alexander didn't grunt or make a noise. Suddnely Alexander clenched his hand into a fist and punched Ragnar in the neck.