Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150105230328/@comment-5583506-20150114175802

He slowly opened his eyes. Something was in the way of his gaze, everything was out of focus.

''It's... red... ''He reflected. Why is it red?

The Brawlers had backed away for a moment and seemed to look at him with confusion, as if they were speculating over what they were fighting.

''Why don't they just kill me already? They had the upper hand and I...''

A though came to his mind and he looked down his hands. The hands had grown thick, blackened fur and claws as sharp and long as daggers were potruding from his fingertips.

''Oh... That's why... Of course... And the red... That must be... Blood?''

Everything seemed to slow down. The Brawlers mustered their strengths and charged against the beast in front of them.

A monster fighting monsters, he shrugged. This will make into an excellent story!

He positioned himself with his claws within their reach. As one Brawler came charging in with a sword he quickly slammed its head clean off with one powerful bash of his right arm. He disemboweled another one with his sharp claws on the left hand. He quickly started to adapt to the pace in which they were attacking and soon they started to fall one by one before his feet.

He roared in pain as one stuck a sword up his chest, but he quickly turned around and placed his fanged jaws over the creature's forehead and took a deep bite out of it.

Then he started to "clean the battlefield" as he liked to call it, by running rampage and whipping his deadly claws back and forth between every encounter with the enemy, occasionally biting their heads off.

''I am not dead yet... In fact it's moments like these that makes me feel more alive than ever!''

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Claire sat down on a rock and shuddered. Her hair was all wet from the passing rain and she was too cold to move further.

"Rennac", she said. "Why don't we just take shelter underneath that cliff over there? No use in wandering another mile just for the sake of some cover."