Goll and Brunhilde were walking through the arena halls, they had already been told that Mammon would be fighting next, and they already had an idea of who would go next.
A door slowly opened, a green gas leaks out, spilling into the corridor, making Goll cover her mouth while Brunhilde just walked into the room.
In the center of the room was a man with a gas mask, handling a multitude of chemicals with practiced hands.
Brunhilde: Fritz Haber.
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Fritz Haber (Father of Chemical Warfare)
Fritz took the gas mask off and looked over to the girls, with a hand motion, he beckoned them closer, drawing their curiosity to the chemist.
Goll: uh, what are you doing?
Fritz: making some gas for my entrance into the arena, while it resembles chlorine gas, it is completely harmless and in fact smells like baked apples, one of my creations that never saw the light of day.
Goll: why is that?
Fritz: at the time of my life, nobody wanted something like this, everyone just wanted to kill each other.
Brunhilde: either way, it's time for you to fight.
Fritz stood and took out a notepad and wrote down some equations, doing some quick math and writing down some more.
Fritz: I'll be fighting Mammon I assume, well, guess I should start getting ready.
Brunhilde: of course, but first, you must meet your Valkyrie, Hrist, would you come here please.
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Hrist (2nd Valkyrie)
Fritz scanned over Hrist with his turquoise orbs, watching to see what she would do in the current situation they were in.
