What Makes a God Slayer?

Before he would be ever be titled "The Boozehound" by witnesses of his legendary brawls, Marak was but wanderer. A lonely fellow who had just committed the grand sin of fratricide. He went just anywhere he could besides his dreaded home, without any motivation nor anyone to share his emotions with. Not like anyone would considering his diet of fermented food and drink was closer to that of a fungus or vermin than any person, and his intellect....was less than stellar due to the fact that even amongst the tribes-folk he received no direct education. Yet he remained a jolly fellow all the same, at least when he was inebriated.

And so he wandered the lands, and eventually he found himself in a particularly large desert in which he could not procure the "precious" rotten that kept his stomach full and his psyche relatively intact.

"fuggin' grand!, more sand!, I fuggin' love sand don't I!"

Marak yelled out thinking no would hear, let alone approach the goliath. He was wrong, because as per the usual Murphy decided to kick him in the dick for fun.

"Are you lost sir?"

Marak looked down and instinctually coated his fist in "shiny" as he called it and nearly caved in the skull of the poor green haired girl that asked him the innocuous question. Luckily a miasma of darkness came out and shielded the now not-so-defenseless girl.

"What was that for!"

Marak was able to get a closer look at the girl now that the situation had defused. She wore a nigh transparent set of vaguely green cloth that only serves as modest because of the interwoven golden bands covered in iconography that the brute couldn't understand. Though the girl quickly recovered from the ordeal and in fact seemed quite giddy at something that she discovered.

"Wait a minute! That was God Slayer Magic! You're a God Slayer Like Me!"

The brute just scratched his head not knowing what that meant, and let that fact be known with a simple,

"Wot"

Now it was the green-haired girls' turn to look confused.

"You don't know what a God Slayer is?"

Again, a simple answer.

"No."

She sighed, she was no diviner but even she could foresee this scenario would be difficult.

"Do you know what a God is?"

Unexpectedly, the brute responded far quicker than anticipated and with a dreadful scowl and more venom than even she was used to.

"yes"

She was getting somewhere. Though whether or not it was somewhere she wanted to go was yet to be seen.

"Well, you and I have been gifted by The Gods with the wonderful ability to be able kill the very Gods themselves!"

The brute paused in thought, a rare occasion for the man. He slowly lifted his hands towards his face and even more slowly turned them into metal.

"This.....a gift.....by The Gods?"

Finally she was getting through! At least that's what the girl thought.

"Yep! aren't the Gods so awesome!"

Though the man had a different set of things in his mind. Rage. That fucking thing that wretch that worthless Rotten SOULLESS DEMON

In that instant he had finally fully sobered, and when his magical instincts weren't clouded by a constant buzz he cast his first ever spell.

"IRON GOD'S BELLOW"