A steady stream of heroes arrived and made their way through the portal to the first world in need of help. Slayer, though giving only a cursory glance at each one, swelled with pride for the first time to know that he formed a part of this gallant crew. The excitement caused a smile to appear on his face. When his team assembled and the time came to depart alongside the others, he waited for Ezio, Crash, and the Hunter to put their best feet forward into the unknown before making to join the expression. He stopped for a moment to glance at the group's oddball chef when it spoke to him in reply, tilting his head ever-so-slightly when it warned against him feeling scared.
”Never fear, my young friend. Not a trace of doubt afflicts my heart. I shall be sure to bring my pipe along.” To make especially sure, he clenched it between his teeth as he ran his fingers through his hair and stepped into the portal.
Just as it had for the others, the sight of a forest greeted him upon arrival. He emerged into the middle of a cross-team conversation of which Edward Buck, the soldier chosen to be the courageous taskforce's squad leader, was in charge. Reasoning that Crash would represent him if he partook in the exchange, Slayer turned his attention elsewhere. The gloomy woodland that stood in rather ominous serenity in every direction betrayed little about the world. The suddenness with which he -and by extension the rest of the heroes- were thrust into this world made him wonder if the Seven had some sort of contact with which everyone might rendezvous. The bulk of his past experience with such operations made it awfully likely, after all. With this in mind, Slayer folded his arms and waited, and in the background the conversation went on. Despite his respect for the latent power of Quinoa, he did not think twice about tuning out its lengthy discourse on mushrooms.
The vampire did not have time to grow disappointed. Slayer became aware of a noise that became louder at a steady rate. A tremor beneath his feet, beating in time to the sound, informed him that it belonged to something large, heavy, and headed right for him. Attuning himself to the disturbance, Slayer watched the trees with eyes peeled, and before he expected it to, something appeared from the foliage. Rather than something huge and intimidating, however, it appeared to be a lady in armor. The unanticipated guest took on the semblance of a vanguard, scout, or honor guard in Slayer's mind, so with curiosity piqued he observed the arrival of more valkyries, and before long their superior made himself known. From the greenery emerged a humungous man that instantly made Slayer's gorge rise. His ludicrous proportions, with each inch of skin almost disgustingly overmuscular, coupled with the fact that he wore less clothes than a pro wrestler, made the vampire's eyebrows furrow and mouth curve into a tight frown. Furthermore, the giant's eyes glowed a lustrous, caustic red, which in Slayer's experience typically signified that their owner was evil. Nevertheless, he stayed his hand even as the swollen barbarian glutted himself with drink, and listened.
All things considered, Brigan's dissatisfaction with the heroes could be expected. Slayer knew, and not just because he was with them, that this crew was impressive to look upon. The giant's disdain spoke of an ego that only considered himself to be worthy of respect. The seconds slipped by as General Brigan explained the heroes' situation to them, giving a workable approximation of the region, their objectives, and so forth. Satisfied with the information, Slayer gave his pipe a puff and glanced at Crash to hear what the Bandicoot had to say through his interpreter. Aku Aku communicated a plan that Slayer could find no reasonable qualms with, but he couldn't say that he liked it, either. When the mask asked for any objections, the gentleman spoke up first.
'If I may, I have a suggestion. I do not require sleep, and we do not all need be present to learn from our new friends. I submit for your consideration that I explore the surrounding area. Of course, I will be quiet and avoid any confrontation. To remain behind would bore me, to put it simply.” He wondered what the area had in store. To hear about monsters was one thing, but to see them in the flesh would be far more interesting.
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