Kremmel walked across the arch gate, short hair, short beard, but black skin around his eyes as he had a stoic expression, the good of struggle gripped his mace with his right hand, wearing spiked adorned silver armor, drapes, the loyce knights immediately broke from their frozen prisons from where they once sealed their charred chaos possessed comrades.

Kremmel walked forward, incapable of speech, incapable of reason, he was the god of struggle and it did not matter who it was, the cursed undead, chosen undead or ashen one... it meant so little to him, between grunts he raised his mace and began to fight with heavy strikes, but as the knight who fought him dodge roll and tried to go on the imposing god, despite his size, Kremmel moved fast and strike deliberately with the blunt of the sphere hammer, raising ice pikes or freezing the terrain.

For flickering instances Kremmel's eyes had the glint of the cursed chaos flame, he was capable of producing chaos pyromancies.. but as his name suggests, he was...is and will always be, the god of struggle..

With a powerful roar the God of Struggle Kremmel slammed his hammer causing an attack on the entire arena, allowing his loyce knights to provide cover and so they did, fighting with sword, shields and halberds, the three eleum loyce knights attacked the adversary knight, as Kremmel walked slowly, waiting for the perfect opening.