The Hound of Baskerville

This place was more than suitable for what he needed to finish out his techniques. Ghislain had been pondering his techniques or trying to become something he wasn't for sometime. It was time to put all that way and embrace himself as the True Hound of Baskerville. The first one to exist and destroy enemies. The Baskerville had techniques that he could execute still. He'd used mjolnir already once and it had given him the power to call down thunderbolts. Using the gravitons he pointed his hand outwards and the sky grew dark as a bolt struck the ground. Searing and turning the area into a black stain. So that one was easy for him still to do. He closed his left eye losing it for a moment as the Eye of Odin activated. He could see the entire battlefield everything here. It became clear as he could use his strategy for that. Opening the eye the vision faded and so too did his sight of the entire battle zone. Ghislain was going through and remember what it meant to be the Hound of Baskerville.

He focused intently as black clawed hands shot out of the ground around him. These grasping hands would crush and impale anything they touch ripped the surroundings apart as though pieces of paper. So the Grasp of Hel still remained a strong technique within his kit and tools. He shot a blast of energy as the attack went off it flew back into him making contact much like Utsusemi however he was gone. But completely invisible now as all trace of his energy vanished. Reappearing as he realized most the Hounds moves still worked for him. The question could be asked why he'd not been using them and it was simply the era didn't call for it. He didn't wish to remember his mother's teaching as he believed being the Hound dishonorable. Ghislain didn't realize these techniques had a purpose in logic. His body could he still manifest the defense of Ymir she taught him. The power to make your body hard as steel or the frozen tundra. That was the goal at hand here. The technique was superior to reiatsu hardening that most used. It allowed you to be 0.5% stronger defensively then regular hardening.

He'd never been really strong as he inhaled and felt his eyes begin to turn wolf like for a moment. The Claws of Fenrir was something within his blood his mother specialized in this as well. Shooting forward he smashed his hand into the ground creating a massive crater as the Hound Techniques began to feel natural again. His strength was back to it's original station of power. Doing things like this required a great deal of strength. Making him want to hold back more. But he knew others needed work as well, meditation and memories of his muscles weren't enough. Thrill Of Ullr's Hunt was the next technique as his speed increased a bit and he vanished off just his movement alone. Ghislain was already quite a quick fellow with his speed. The Techniques of the Hound of Baskerville were something to behold. He remembered them with disgust before. But it was time for the Baskerville to be reborn. To name a new Hound to carry on the mantle of the proud legacy. He had no heir or children of his own to train in this way.

He began to focus his energy to summon the next portion of things out that needed to happen. In this mode he could only call ten of them. But maidens of black skin and color began to appear around him with weapons and wings. They were the Valkyrie, he'd called them with the Cry of the Valkyrie. It didn't mean much to him in terms of all that. But when it came right down to it. He was interested in seeing where this path way would go. What he could accomplish by training these techniques into a new source. This was as far he'd gotten with them. Ghislain had studied each one's impressive force on his own. The Crescent seal acted like Gelphnir to bind his techniques from performing things beyond their own doing. Everything here required him to hold back and restrain what must of been. The practice of developing the seal on his head was to act like a binding.

The true ferocity of these moves would need a test against someone strong enough to survive their fury.