The journey across the narrow sea between Salvar and Corone wasn’t nearly as rough as the Anarchist thought it would be. It would turn out that travel via Ogun’s magnificent airship was the most comfortable and quickest way to cross the ocean. It had already proven lucrative and beneficial recruiting the half-dwarf to his cause, so long as his fees didn’t begin to accrue too much interest. Either way, since he would be aiding Deef and himself for the time being, Reiker thought it would be critical to see exactly what Ogun would be bringing to the table in terms of combat. And the best way to do that was first hand in Radanasth’s Citadel.

Discretion was of the highest importance while Reiker and the other operated and remained docked in Radasanth. The small group of mercenaries that they did travel with, Deef included, were permitted to the market district and other reasonable locations. But they had all been forbidden to talk about The Pride in any capacity or they would have to deal with the Anarchist personally. In the meantime, Reiker with Ogun in toe made their way toward the Citadel with a reinvented sense of interest in his spear-wielding companion. Though Ogun hadn’t been privy to Reiker’s intentions he was sure that the Half Dwarf had some sort of idea of what was going on. It didn’t take long for the two of them to get registered with the monks who operated the great spiraling hall. With a quick signature of their aliases and a general look over by the hosts of the Citadel Reiker and Ogun took their place in the queue.

Their battlefield was one of Reiker’s choosing, a desolate city block in the lower end of Radasanth. It would turn out that this was a popular choice among combatants and the monks had no issue conjuring such a place. And with a wave of warning, the Anarchist leaped through the monks' magic and was teleported into the colosseum, leaving instructions that Ogun is inserted in on the opposite side of the battleground.
Now it would be up to the Half Dwarf to prove what he had to offer to The Pride as they move forward with their plans.

The sun was just setting as Reiker entered the crumbling city district that was he and Ogun’s place of battle. Shadows had begun to reach across the streets like suffocating tendrils and a light mist filled the air. Reiker couldn’t tell the boundaries of this place from where he was located but figured that the street he was currently on would mark one end of the battlefield. As the Anarchist made his way forward he took notice of the half-destroyed building that lined each side of him. A surprise attack would be easy in a place like this, an idea that he was fond of implementing. And one he figured Ogun would attempt at one point or another.

“Perfect,” Reiker said softly as he spotted the place to set up his trump card. “This will be a great spot…”

Lifting his black hood and peering through a matted mess of black hair Reiker took out a spool of wire from the sack on his right hip. His gaze was fixated on a large pile of rubble leading into the bowels of a run-down tavern. The front wall had crumbled but made for a great entrance, one he could lead Ogun back to later. With a sadistic grin, the Anarchist got to work laying a multi-layered tripwire trap, hiding a second actual wire in the shadow of the first which operated as a decoy. The entire thing rigged to a satchel charge consisting of three grenades hidden under the rubble, a devilish trap intended to cripple Ogun if the situation called for it.

Without a second to spare the Anarchist left his trap behind and made his way back to the city street to await his opponent.

“Come now Ogun”