Excitement literally coursed through mighty Raseri's veins. It was not since his struggle against the combined forces of nefarious Newdeath and Ray Donovan that the Son of Thunder had indulged himself in a decent battle, unfortunately, his last one concluded with the loss of his life. However, having returned since then, Raseri's power may have decreased but his sheer raw fighting talent seems to have escalated to levels even he did not anticipate. "Haven't had one of these in a while", the Nordic Tiger murmured, sitting on a wooden bench in the eye-catching garden all about his manor. Wrapping his large hands in white fighting tape, Raseri could not help but chuckle at how clouded his close friend's judgment has become as a result of his earlier death. However, an appreciative sense of thanks manifested within the fighting demigod's soul, he was sincerely thankful of how much of an impact his sorrowful departure had on Crow. The gunslinger's emotional reaction, it was apparent evidence of his care for his dear friend. "Crow is a true friend", Raseri smiled, in a brief moment of appreciation for how dearly Crow holds him to his heart, but of course, mighty Raseri's excitement for the upcoming battle soon overcame him.
"Hehe, I can't wait to whoop some ass again", the Nordic Tiger smirked in a cocky manner, cracking his fists, a weak shock-wave generated from the action, forcing cracks to form on nearby surfaces before putting his black leather gloves on. Standing to his full height, the Fighting Guru's icy blue eyes brimmed with confidence and determination. "Crow my friend, I'd die all over again for you but no way am I passing up this kind of opportunity. You've evolved since we last met, you're not the same man I once knew. More importantly, you're not the same fighter", he chuckled, murmuring to himself, silence molesting his ear, not even the birds dared to chirp as the air was still, no leaves rustled. "Alright, time to get this thing going", The Greatest smiled, dashing into the horizon as he sped into the distance, heading towards the agreed battlefield. Feeling the air moving through his medium-length silky brown hair. "I've missed this place like Odin does his other eye", a smirking Raseri thought, referring to the Earth, a place he found to be much better than the divine otherworldly halls of Asgard. After several hours of high-speed sprinting, the Nordic Tiger's fast-moving feet halted abruptly. The thin sand beneath his black shoes, the powerful rays of the unnecessarily radiant Sun beaming down on his exposed skin, the hot dry air eerily moving past him, and the cloudless blue sky... the Fighting Guru stood in an undisclosed desert, one of incredible vastness, and the perfect location for the release of his remaining true power.
Quickly, valiant Raseri's icy blue eyes looked into Crow's as the gunslinger stood before him, fully prepared to do battle against the Ultimate Fighting God. Laughing calmly, Raseri's confident smirk refused to vanish, "Let's see how far you've come Crow. Seems like you don't think I'm the real deal. Hehe, well this will be a learning experience for you", the King of Fists taunted, his blue eyes very briefly generating a bright spark from the remnants of the divine energies that once flourished inside the demigod's body. Calmly removing his black leather jacket, the Nordic Tiger tossed it into the sandy ground, grains of sand and dust jumping into the air as a result. The trademark giant red fist design on it's back facing towards the scorching hot Sun. Removing his black leather gloves as well, Raseri fully exposed his torso. The legendary enigmatic scars on his chest, a sign of his genuineness as the Ultimate Fighting God. His flawlessly sculpted and chiseled body, particularly his torso was in full display, the large four-armed golden tiger tattoo on his back exposed to the Sun's rays. Dressed only in his jeans and shoes along with the white tap on his hands, the Fighting Guru quickly adopted one of his unique self-taught fighting stances, Kinetiske Stil. With his fists up high, protecting his face while his feet danced, floating above the ground like a lightless leaf. "Come on son, show me what you can do", Raseri taunted, his eyes now pulsating with a white electrical energy while they remained devoid of pupils and irises.
"Don't disappoint me Crow. I know you've been training since my death, to become stronger so that you don't allow anymore of you friends to die like me", he said, trapped in a moment of brief seriousness before reverting to his usual confident and charismatic disposition. "You didn't get all those invitations from Ebisu for nothin' you know. I wouldn't have recommended you if you were weak. Now show me how strong you've become", the most celebrated fighter in the world quickly threw a spinning heel kick, generating a spinning slash of kinetic energy as he quickly followed by an explosive left hook, projecting forward a colossal fist-shaped kinetic energy construct. Close combat would be achieved soon, but not yet. Finally, the opening combo concluded with an energetic and beautiful butterfly kick, shooting several colossal slashes of kinetic energy, all of them speeding towards Crow with menace. As he paced around Crow, mighty Raseri waited, anticipating his friend's counterattack.