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Between the rigors of the tournament, the fight with the robots, and her being attacked by the insectoid assassin, Klara was in worse shape then she would have liked to admit.

Suffice it to say, retreating North to the colder climate was exactly what Klara needed to get back in the game. The ride may have been a bit uncomfortable in the side car, but she was enjoying the company of all these fine warriors and they seemed to enjoy her presence as well, though that may have been because she had little interest in the prize money that Jonas had split among them.

Being back in Europe was a nice change though. The colder temperatures did a lot to restore her strength, and it was good to see the hills and mountains again. It wasn't entirely the same though; the last leader of the Germanic people she heard about was Charlemagne, and to say things had changed a bit since his day was putting it mildly. Along with Askin, who was equally curious about the state of the world since his time, Klara spent a lot of the trip exploring what had changed since her elders withdrew into their isolation. Most of which involved either the frost giantess or her new friend pestering Jonas with historical trivia or annoying passersby with odd questions about the Saxons and the Gauls.

Either way, the cooler weather was doing Klara some good. She still felt a bit weakened from the events in Rio, but she was sure that a few good spars and some stretches would get her back to her usual self again. Sitting in the side car (which turned out to be surprisingly roomy for the ice giantess; clear the wolf girl had some larger friends before she met Klara) as the bike trundled along, Klara flipped through the guide book that Jonas had kindly picked up for her a few towns back. Sure It was a children's book that Klara suspected Jonas only got so she would stop asking him so many questions, but it had some very useful information, even if it wasn't always entirely accurate.

"Why do these warriors wear horns?" Klara asked aloud, visibly perplexed by the appearance of the cartoon vikings in the book. "No warriors I heard of had helmets like this, they would be too easy to grab in a fight!"

Before she could comment further, something overhead roared so loudly that Klara nearly dropped the book out of shock. She looked up and easily spotted the steel gray behemoth flying overhead of the oncoming city, roaring flames erupting from its maw. Klara, her grip tightening on the book, recognized that shape immediately.

“Uh, I’ve never been to Germany before,” Brown remarked from inside of the car. “Is that super loud murder machine normal? Because I don’t think that’s normal.”

[color=00aeef]"....it is a travesty!"[/color] Klara boomed, her brow lowered in absolute contempt. [color=00aeef]"Such a crude and destructive mockery of a legendary creature! Whoever built this will have to answer for it!"[/color]

“We can’t fight that in the middle of town,” Askin piped in. “Is there any way to lure it somewhere else, force it to land?”

[color=00aeef]"I suspect we could lure it away by presenting a better target,"[/color] Klara suggested. [color=00aeef]"I'm sure that's how the [i]skraeling[/i] who built this aberration suspected the dragons acted!"[/color] She spat on the ground in disgust to prove her point.

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Meanwhile, as the Sentai fighter was knocked out of the arena of the Japanese Championship, two figures slipped through the crowd, passing inches behind the girl with her motorcycle trying to strike up a conversation with Vanburen. Wearing loose monk robes that hid their features from view, the robed figure in front turned to the sky as the first drops of rain began to fall.

"Damn," she said quietly. "It has to happen now, during the fight?"

"Are you sure it is not just rain?" the second figure questioned in a deeper but still feminine voice.

"No, I recognize these signs," the first woman said, her pace quickening. "We must prepare."

"Then we may need more hands," the second robed woman suggested again. "If the Oni are as fearsome as you say..."

"Our hands will be enough my friend. If fortune smiles we may not even need to fight."

"I hope you are right, but still..." The second woman turned her head to look at the two fighters they passed, pausing slightly as she spotted Vanburen. "If they cannot be stopped here, we will need warriors to fight alongside us." Her eyes turned back to the sky as the rain began to fall harder, soaking into her robe.

Something told her fortune would not be on the side of peace today.