Herriman, upon hearing his name be called, raised his head, intent on hearing the name that came after his.

Or in this case, the two. Just his luck that he called Mifune out for slaughtering an unarmed boy, here he was on his way to kill a pair of girls. As he faded out of the shrine room and onto the battlefield, he sighed. Just his luck indeed.

His form materialized onto the arena floor, and he first looked around at the gathered crowd. Humans, the champions of minor power, and even a couple gods themselves could be seen watching. After that, his head slowly turned to scan the arena before him, before finally falling on the two girls that would be his opponents. He listened to Peter, and stretched his neck. 

"THEY WILL FIGHT ME ONE AFTER THE OTHER. I WILL LET THEM DECIDE AMONGST THEMSELVES WHO WILL DIE FIRST!" Herriman proclaimed, bellowing his challenge out loud enough that even those in the highest seats could hear it. He raised a hand to the sky, and in a flash of blue fire and twisting reality, Setrak, his axe, appeared in his hand. Herriman was suddenly wreathed in crackling empyreal energies, the blue, roiling glow rising from his shoulders. 

"I'm waiting."