Brutal hostility.

[Corvus MacCallum]

[Closed battle]

This was fantastic, to let go like this and just feel the pump of the heart, the screaming of muscles begging for more and more stimulation and most importantly satiating the lust for blood and violence he had been craving since his long journey to this locale...He had wanted to spruce up his blading talents and put himself higher than others, to make his Slammer sword a viable choice but he had never expected such vivid experiance, it had started as a simple practice in a plain ruin, his self-set objective to tear the place down. Then he learned they could also create inhabitants for it, warriors of a decent calibre and numerous but regular folks weren`t capable of taxing him, he needed something rougher and so the setting changed as did the opposition and objective.

SERGASS

The wonderful sound of his sword smashing against strong, powerful stone and the stone giving in, blood vapour was still in the air, steam rising from his opponents wounds ah yes...he had wished for a scenario like this. Gone was the simple stone ruin now he was inside the humid depths of a jungle spawned from the imagination of hell, no local beast could truly survive here at some point or another they would be claimed by something stronger, only the most powerful could remain on top for any period of time and they were always plucked off by the viscious jungle, city he was in had been claimed by it, all homes and buildings made of stone, no women and children were in these abodes,he had some limits no but it was packed with half human, half animal beasts, creatures like himself but not of wolf descent, these monsters were fusions of the native creatures and the hunters on two legs and they made worthy adversaries.

"C'MON!"

His words were belted clear from his blood soaked throat, the flesh of a victims throat clinging to his fangs, he looked less and less like some rogue pup and now like the wolf his bloodline demanded of him, the creature was compelled by whatever magics that brought it into existence to fight still and attempted to behead him with one swift movement,ducking beneath the blow Corvus growled with all the fury he could muster in his blood soaked mind and sank his teeth into the creatures throat, some strange mix of human and Tiger,biting deep and feeling its hot blood pour down his throat and across his front before bringing his hand in and smashing it against the creatures chest, bones splitting, organs crushed and air forced through the punctured gullet, it was one very sick symphony but one some part of him enjoyed and with that force of the blow the flesh in his mouth came free of its owner, spewing the red fluid across the murderer and slumping down. Corvus unsure of wether to chew on the flesh in his mouth or spit out the creatures throat, panting heavily for breath but the skills of the monks there would revive his stamina... still they weren`t entirely real and he wanted a proper opponent but first...a bit of a wash might help, his feral side was a tremendous help in battle but he still needed a face he could show to small children.

[Witchblade]

Another day at The Citadel, another match and hopefully another person’s blood spilt at her hands. One could think she’d be growing tired of this by now, but no, she was still enjoying it. The screams of agony from those poor dying souls were like music to her ears, though sometimes piercing in their harsh ways. She did after all have sensitive hearing.

The halls of The Citadel were bustling were warriors, wannabe warriors; men with large mouths and of course the monks who orchestrated this entire façade.

Wasting no time, Witch approached one of the many plain and brown robed monks who were randomly walking along the halls.

“A room…”

He paused and looked down at her, amazingly enough he was much taller than she and he looked quite muscular under his robes. But she was not here to admire him nor care about him; she was here for another blood filled battle.

“What kind of room?”

His hands were placed in front of him and though she couldn’t necessarily see them through the length of cloth draped over his arms she guessed they were clasped in that typical monkish way.

“Just pick something fun…”

The monk was contemplative for a moment and Witch remained quiet and as patient as she possibly could, she was after all a patient and non-patient person, it all depended on her mood. Right now she was not exactly sure where she was sitting she wasn’t even extremely excited about this battle. Perhaps it was becoming too much of the same. The bloodshed was always an enjoyment once she sunk her claws into things but the battle, sometimes it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. There was an expectance and she was often let down once things got started.

Nodding his head, the monk lead her a short distance to one of the many plain looking doors in the place and stepped aside for her to enter. Inclining her head in thanks—the only thanks he’d ever get from her—Witch entered the room. At first nothing. A brief second was nothingness, weightlessly and then she was standing in the heat of a jungle. The sounds of bugs, insects and creatures she was sure she had no name for assailed her ears. Smells of all kind entered her nose, some alluring and sweet and others downright nasty. There was also the smell of blood in the air and it wasn’t human blood, far from it.

Taking a deep sniff, Witch narrowed her eyes and turned her head in a few different directions trying to find the strongest source for the smell. Though the monk had said nothing about there being possible opponents in this round there was the possibility of monsters. Monks could create whatever a fighter wanted and if one wanted a jungle full of monsters he—or she—was going to get it.

Where she was really heading too, the halfling had no idea, she only hoped her opponent would be there. These fighting areas could at times be rather large and she didn’t feel like spending hours searching for him.

[Corvus MacCallum]

There was something rather,unusual about chewing on some magically constructed half-beasts voice box while moving through an equally unnatural jungle...although that squishy mud between his toes felt all too real but still it wasn't half bad. He was invigorated strangely as if the monks had decided to reset his whole experiance of the battle, still he didn`t hear many large creatures moving throughout the wilds...one or two but certainly not the tribe he had slaughtered through, swallowing down the sticky blood drenched meat Corvus took his time in seeing where he had wandered to, small little pond, lots of low trees hmm. Cleaning up his arms the slowly recovering mentality became to peice together more of his surroundings and sift the past events into a more constructive order rather than a blur of blood and blades...some nice moves were put on him, suprising he came out relatively unscathed...still not all that constructive for learning it just felt like a fufilling hunt.

"...I want mo-...huh"

Ear twitch, something faint and new reaching his nostils, in the stifling humidity and lack of breeze this new presence must be walking near the stream that fed into this pond...would need the speed of the currents to shift the scent hmm...too many scents mingling and it was too distant no he would need to get closer to find out what this new being was...best to be quiet something large was behind him and wandering aimlessly, perhaps a proper beast native to this kind of climate but no need to stir up the locals just yet. Gripping at the foliage around him vines were pulled down attempting to get as thick a strand as he could,wrapping it around his blade hilt and then affixing it to his shoulders and making sure that his slammer would not be moving at all during his shifting through the undergrowth,slinking down and taking off with a light rustling on all fours.