Deimos von Himmler and Garner Friedrich

Friedrich Garner never considered himself a man of great destiny. Unlike his king, he didn't believe in chosenness, omens, or the right of the strong. He believed in only three things: command, duty, and consequences.

He was born in a poor village and learned one thing early on: good people die just as easily as bad ones. His father died of illness, his mother worked herself to the bone, and his neighbors often talked about justice while starving. Garner didn't grow up a cynic—he grew up a man who stopped expecting mercy from the world.

When a young commander began gathering a company, Garner didn't join for glory. He wanted money for his family and an honest cause. It was then that he first saw the man who would later become king—Deimos.

He was strange even then. He didn't shout before battle. He didn't give inspiring speeches. He simply looked at the battlefield as if he had already seen the outcome.

Garner didn't respect him right away.

But one day, after a fierce battle, Deimos personally carried several wounded soldiers, even though he could have left them to die. Then, for the first time, Garner thought: this man is cruel, but not empty.

Over the years, their relationship changed. Deimos became king. Garner was his first spear and closest confidant. Not a friend. Not a brother. Someone who had the right to speak the truth when others bowed their heads.

Garner never called the king by his nickname.

While everyone was whispering "Abaddon" and "Butcher," he only said:

• Your Majesty.

He saw Deimos changing.

I saw how, after his sister's death, the king stopped lingering his gaze on people. How he began removing his armor less often. How he began staring at the fires after battles longer than usual.

And that's when Garner decided to stay.

Not out of loyalty.

Out of responsibility.

He told himself: if I leave, only flatterers and executioners will remain.

There was an old saying going around the palace: "The King makes the decision. But Garner decides how many people will survive that decision."

Garner himself never confirmed it.

Before each battle, he silently tied a new flag to his spear.

Not as a sign of victories.

And to remember - one day the banner will end.

He's neither a duelist nor a berserker. His technique resembles a cross between heavy shock cavalry and a disciplined veteran, where the main goal isn't to win gracefully, but to survive the battle and break the enemy's line. I would call his style: "Iron Pressure" or "Slow Spear" principle of combat:

1. The first blow is decisive Garner doesn't like long fights. He enters the battle as a cataphract: selects the target in advance; accelerates gradually; Deals one extremely destructive blow with a spear. For him, a spear is not a weapon, but a sentence. He doesn't swing it widely, only short, economical movements: strike → pull → thrust again. He doesn't try to look impressive.
2. He doesn't go for the kill, he breaks the enemy's rhythm. His style is that of a man who has lived through dozens of wars. He does things that irritate the enemy: does not respond to provocations; keeps his distance; retreats just enough to make the enemy make a mistake; aims at joints, neck, legs, arms. For him, victory is when the enemy can no longer fight.
3. The saber is the weapon of the end Garner doesn't like to draw his saber. If he took it out, it means: the line is broken; the spear is lost; the distance disappeared; the dirty work begins. Here it changes. His saber is not about fencing. These are short: chopping blows; body work; shoulder pressure; guard strikes; using the weight of the armor. Without unnecessary movements.
4. His most dangerous trait is his lack of passion. Garner fights like a man who has already decided the outcome. He doesn't speed up. He doesn't get angry. He doesn't shout. He can be wounded. He can be thrown back. But it is impossible to make someone lose their head. Garner is a wall. You think for a long time that you can still win. And then you notice that you are already on your knees. After every fight, the first thing Garner does is check his spear. Not because he loves guns. Because he believes that if the spear breaks, it means he himself made a mistake somewhere.

Personality: Partly calm and cruel, decisive, always keeps a cool head. Skeptical, realist. Fearless of death itself.

Violet eyes. Short black hair. Broad shoulders, a long, muscular body covered in cuts and arrow scars. He wears the luxurious plate armor of a cataphract over chainmail, and on his head is a helmet with a chainmail mesh, worn and slightly scarred from blows. A long cataphract spear with a small flag on the bayonet hangs from his back, and at his side hangs an expensive and sharp saber of tammask steel (a rare and expensive alloy) in an equally expensive scabbard of luxurious wood and gold.

Nationality: German. Age: 29 years. Height: 194 centimeters. Personal weapons: a long cataphract spear with a small flag on the bayonet, an expensive and sharp saber made of tamma steel (a rare and expensive alloy).

Biological species: Human. Age: 44 years. Nationality: German. Date of birth: November 27, 1018. Height: 2.3 meters.

Affiliation: Kingdom of Tharkia. Profession: King of his kingdom "Great Tarkiy" and leader of his clan "Himler". Family: mother (deceased), sister Uni (deceased), father (missing).

Red eyes. Short, chestnut-colored hair. A tall, muscular body covered in scars. He wore ornate plate armor over chainmail, and a helmet with a chainmail mesh covered his head. On his back, he carried a long, two-handed sword of his own making, a two-handed axe, and a halberd.

Always calm, bloodthirsty, arrogant, proud, fearless, insane, tactful, mocking, and always maintaining a cool head. Obsessed with war and battle, he can often act childish, teasing, or acting capricious, regardless of the bloody circumstances. He can become angry and enraged if an opponent tries to avoid or flee from a fight. Despite his cruel nature, Deimos has a soft spot and a soft spot for sweet, small, and defenseless girls; he becomes nervous in their presence and behaves cautiously, simply to please his beloved.

He was born into a poor peasant family. He always looked up to his father, a military leader, and often despised his younger brother for his peaceful nature. He later followed in his father's footsteps, joining the army. Their village was later destroyed, everyone in the family except his brother and sister were killed, and his father disappeared without a trace. This partially broke Deimos, a feeling that remained etched in his memory for a long time. Believing other kingdoms and lords to be to blame for this, he became a mercenary and later distinguished himself in battle. As a mercenary, he quickly earned a title and founded his own kingdom, becoming a great military leader and king. During his conquests, he encountered his lost sister on the enemy side, forcing him to fight her. After winning a brutal battle, Deimos executed his own younger sister, which ultimately broke him as a person and drove him mad. Often, the mention of his sister would bring tears of regret and heaviness to Deimos's eyes, though he wasn't always aware of why. Everyone in the world fears him for his cruelty and his invincible army, which was equally cruel and executed all the lords. During his reign, he executed over a hundred lords and conquered three kingdoms. He still believes his father is alive and wants to know where he disappeared to. However, he is at odds with his younger brother, who chose the path of virtue and witch hunts rather than bloody battles.

His weapons are a long, two-handed sword of his own making, a two-handed axe, and a halberd. He possesses immense strength and can wield two two-handed weapons simultaneously, swinging them like light weapons. He has immense stamina and is capable of striking almost continuously. He is very cunning and often makes feints. Regardless of its size, it moves very quickly.