Gideon's view of the three dimensional map is punctuated by what looks like a brown stick disturbing the right side of his vision, at first it's against his cheek, before the end of it distances from his jaw line, then comes in for a swift strike. Gideon ducks with a rather large frown, then returns his assailant's initial move with a swifter punch to the gut, he's met by what feels like an immovable pillar, a heavily grounded man taller, and more fibrous than the boys and girls he's seen. Gideon lets out a light sigh when he looks up at his attacker, his friend. "What do you want, Atlas?" he questions, his fist still grounded in the man's stomach, it's ejected when Atlas laughs, and pulls the handle of his hammer away from it's temporary home: the jaw line of a girl, but she appears unharmed, to her the heavy impact of the handle felt like a mere tap. Atlas sighs, and lets the heavier end of his hammer drop to the ground, while the handle stands erect towards the sky, shimmering in the light. "To meet my best friend, of course!" the cheery Atlas retorts, sending Gideon a sharp pat on the back. 

Gideon scoffs at his old friend's display, his exposed stomach, his massive scarf, the arsenic head band wrapped around his small head (in comparison to his body), he decides to remain silent, Atlas, however, asks him: "How's the family?" while he kicks his hammer onto it's side, but oddly enough, the surface of the 'Fenris Wolf' 's handle never makes it to the ground, it stays slanted at a 70 degree angle while Atlas walks up it's surface, light as a feather, he stands on his war hammer's thin handle without swaying against the wind, or the awesome power of gravity while he waits for Gideon's response.