Bat your eye, stomp your heart

[Xephirus Cloud]

Zephyrus Cloud wandered Ravelin with a perturbed look on his face. The fireworks overhead distracted the people from the real issues going on in the seedy world below. Governors allowed injustices to be performed regularly on the streets. Morale was high in the city and tankards were low and the drunks were ever prevalent wandering the streets.

"Hey buddy!" Some fool said wrapping his arm around Zephyrus eagerly, to which Zephyr pushed the annoying drunk to the ground by his face. Hatred for the ignorance in these idiot's hearts grew within him. How leisurely they accepted the garbage that was fed to them.

A scream shot out in the darkness, no one paid any mind to it, the fools too busy staring up at the lights whilst what happened in the shadows was far more interesting. Zephyrus took a small step toward the scream... but realized it wasn't his fight.

Another scream for help rang out.

Compelled. Zephyrus Cloud had no stakes... perhaps... just this once he could see.

He ran toward the sounds of a scuffle in the back alley. A human male lay face down on the ground with a large gash in his head. Another human male had a female pinned to a wall at knifepoint. Three other thuggish looking men stood around going through the woman's belongings.

Weakness.... The thought blasted into Zephyr's head like a train. It was so ingrained in his head to let other's fight their own battles, because it would be robbing them of the opportunity to make themselves strong.

A single tear began to roll down the girl's cheek. Zephyrus sighed. In an instant Zephyrus' body was attune with the force, speed and strength surged through him. The tear was at her chin, Zephyrus had slammed the first thug with an elbow to the back of the neck and sending him into a nearby wall. The tear rolled off her chin and began to fall to the floor, the second thug had a boot in his temple jarring his brain instantly blacking him out. The tear passed the girl's knee, the third thug reached for his gun a moment too late as a blast of force energy sent him skyward, crashing through an upper level window. The tear hit the floor and so did the three thugs only the one that had her at knifepoint remained.

He spun the girl around and held the knife to her throat and took a good look at Zephyrus Cloud. Zephyr's eyes glowed a sickening red-yellow. This was not a fight the mugger had wanted. He pushed the girl towards Zephyr fleeing for his own safety. In a moment he too was on the floor. Zephyrus had charged him and punched the mugger in the back of the head, but something in Zephyrus had changed from the start of the onslaught. Zephyrus was enjoying himself now. Hard fists rained down on the mugger.... again..... and again..... and again.... and again.... and again. It was turning into a very ugly, very bloody scene.

 

[Auswyn Nothrael]

Ravelin - how long was it since she had last set foot in a city? Her time amongst the people of the old gods had her situated in nature, or in space, for the most part. The last place of duracrete she could rightly say she had spent any significant amount of time in was the Vertical City, where her former master and lover had found her, wacked out on a trip that she hadn’t asked for and spattered with blood that wasn’t her own - the latter of which was a thing she was rather accustomed to.

So imagine her fascination when she came across the music of a very sound, sickening beating. Far be it for her to simply ignore such a thing, in particular when that thing carried the current of darkness, part and parcel to the violence that permeated the city climate. She tasted it in the air and followed its ‘scent’ to a scene that pulled the black into her eyes for the wicked pleasure it provoke.

Yet she didn’t interrupt. She watched in the most voyeuristic of ways from down the alley that the ones who mananged to escape had long since vacated, as the one with the sickly red-yellow eyes made a pulp of another who could not be said to have facial features of any particular definition, by now...

[member="Zephyrus Cloud"]

 

[Xephirus Cloud]

Zephyrus let out a guttural snort. His facial features twitched in almost a snarl as he rose to his feet. The endorphins surged through his body like ice and cold. He looked at his bloody hands, not in admiration but confusion. Who was he? The rage so easily consumed him. When he moved his hands away a new woman stood in his view. His brow furrowed as he noted her studying him, seemingly excited by him. He looked down at the gruesome sight then back to the woman.

"Yes?" He said unapologetically. There was something about her that intimidated him to the point he knew coldness to the scene was the best 'move'. He felt the need to be callous. A memory of his voice shouting 'Ain't no one kriffing with me!' a thought of a time long lost.

He took a step toward the woman and noticed the fairness of her skin. The intensity of her eyes. He was a bit taken aback by her natural beauty. His face contorted into a scowl, his instincts told him it was a trap, that she was a flower with poison on her petals.

"What?!" He barked at her. His animalistic tendencies flowed through him, still coming off the electricity of battle.

[member="Auswyn Nothrael"]