Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-6006054-20150304025325/@comment-29559990-20150308175605

The shoulder tackle hit him square in the chest and sent the dark elf flying backwards. He quickly recovered from the hit, however, and was back in a defensive position.

There was a large amount of taunting from the crowd and cat alike. Taunt's about him being wimp, weakling, and pitiful. Then, the whole ordeal struck Talyn. Running for the past 3 days from a bunch of vampire hunters. Getting cornered like a rat in this freak show. Being forced to fight in this show against an arrogant fucking prick. And the taunting...

He had enough. He didn't care for the backlash from the crowd. He would kill them all if he had to. He became his true form. In an instant, he grew almost 2 feet and his muscles became a lot bigger. His teeth were enlarged, he grew a set of wings, and he now had two sets of claws. This was the curse that was bestowed upon him at a young age: The Vampire Lord.\

In another short amount of time, he propelled himself at Ma'Jharo and smashed right into him, the hit sending the sword flying across the arena. The cat was now flat on his back, and the vampire was now on top of him, pinning him to the ground with his massive weight. The cat was trapped, and it was pretty much impossible to escape. Talyn went to work on the cat, swinging his massive claws across the cat and tearing through steel armor and flesh like it was wet paper. With every swing, he rasped from his hideous form. "Give Up! Give Up! GIVE UP!"