Shovels In Spades

A thunderous voice pierced the heaven's and decreed, "Titan's Rebirth!"

Like a miracle, Crusher's head that had been separated from her body slowly faded from existence and a new one grew from her profusely bleeding neck.

Still laying on the floor like a dead corpse, Crusher cancelled her Titan Form and instantly began heavily sweating. "Man, getting your head cut off is somehow way more chilling than being blown up by a grenade."

Daz walked next to her and smiled jovially. "Is that so? I'll try to avoid both in the future."

"Ahaha, says the man who did the cutting. One clean blow with almost no resistance... That shovel of yours is fuckin' sharp as balls," Crusher claimed with a winded laugh.

"Sorry about that, but you did ask me to use my chains on you and kill you, remember? I'd have been far more merciful if you weren't so masochistic," Daz noted.

"Yeah, but I was half-joking. You're a cold bastard, you know that, right?" Crusher asked as she slowly raised her torso. "Not that I particularly care. If I want my leader to be anything, it'd be cold and willing to kill. That combo certainly beats a million other options, that's for sure."

Daz laughed at that. "Honestly, considering how free-spirited you are, Crusher, I'm still surprised you want to live here under my rule. Wouldn't you do better as a ruler yourself or as an independent host?"

"Hahaha, nah. I ain't a leader. Never was, never will be. Roaming freely doesn't sound too bad, and yeah, I've got my little gang of criminals now, but honestly, if it wasn't you, Uriel, there's no way I'd stay here for more than a week or two," Crusher admitted as she dusted herself off and cracked her neck. She then sat back down on the ground and crossed her legs before buying a gallon of energy juice from the system.

"Yeah? Did I do something special?" Daz asked curiously.

"Well, for one," Crusher said before she opened her juice and took several swigs of it before she continued with, "you don't treat me like a freak. That was real common both when I was a wrestler and when I was a body-builder. Like, not playfully treating me like a freak, but mocking me and actively trying to hurt my feelings. Ahab and Barbarossa are like you in that way, but they're both scared of me in one form or another," Crusher said as she shook her head and sighed.

She then held her shoulder and started doing some stretches. "You ain't scared of fuckin' shit, and I respect that. You're also nice to me even though I know you can be a real dick when you want to be. I respect you, you respect me. That's something that I can get behind. What sounds better to you; being free but a potential enemy to everyone else, being responsible for thousands of lives when all you've ever known is fightin' and doin' whatever the fuck ya like, or settling under a powerful bastard who treats you like a person and doesn't restrict you unreasonably?"

Daz smiled. "The path I intend to walk is filled with far more enemies than potential allies. I plan to unite all of Earth under my banner, and my banner alone. I doubt that will end without a lot of bloodshed."

"Yeah, it won't end well for the retards that say no, hahaha!" Crusher belted out in laughter before she got back on her feet and slapped her hands down on Daz's shoulder, making the reaper wince from her overwhelming strength. "Either way, I'll be cracking skulls an' drinkin' blood, so I may as well do it with someone coverin' my back, right?"

Daz sighed softly. "You're as strange a woman as ever, Crusher. But yeah, I agree. Just, keep the blood-drinking to a minimum okay?"

"Ahaha, I was kidding," Crusher replied as she scratched her head.

"I know," Daz replied with a friendly smirk on his lips. 'Hmm... I wonder if Crusher's more loyal to me now? Like, has her status changed accordingly, or what?'

Of course, he wasn't just going to satiate his curiosity without first asking the woman for permission to check. "Crusher, do you mind if I peek at your status? I'll probably see information about who you really are now since I have a form of Master Identification. This may sound a bit dumb, but I want to check your loyalty stat, which only I can see as your ruler."

Crusher raised an eyebrow. "Sure. Whatever you see though, don't go spreadin' it around. I ain't got anything to hide, but I'd rather my past was kept in the past."

"Huh... is that so? If you'd rather, we can do this instead," Daz said then called upon the system, "Master Identification, however, system, don't show me Crusher's real name nor her description."

Crusher looked surprised. "Cheers, Uriel."

Daz smiled again. "Like I said, I only want to compare your current loyalty to your loyalty from 2-weeks ago, nothing more."