Cho stood from his hiding spot. The Viking had called him short! The nerve! Warily he advanced forward, properly taking in the detail of his adversary.

It was clear this warrior wasn't here for anything else. He was here to fight. He and his team were merely a distraction from some otherworldly goal. But now here he was, alone. Armed to the teeth. Up against a supernatural Viking swordsman that was better armed than he. But this wouldn't end any other way except with the death of either one of them. He had to fight.

"Mead, eh? I prefer beer, personally."

He watched as the Viking jogged around him in a slow circle. Obviously he was taking him in, sizing up his opponent. So far he'd only been slaughtering his team, poor men and women all, but now that this was a one on one, things took on a whole new dimension.

It felt like boot camp, almost. The way he would be left alone to suffer sometimes. Especially the winter trainings up in the mountains.

He gripped his rifle tighter and wheeled around slowly, following the other warrior's motion around him.

This was a battle of wits now, not brute force. He had the advantage of technology, but the warrior had speed and strength and magic behind him.

"What's your name, then? Can't have a fight without knowing the other's name."