[b][h2][color=00a651]Isaiah Markul[/color][/h2][/b]
Markul seethed with cold fury in the stands of the arena, inwardly cursing himself for his repeated failures. He only wanted to help but... he was no apothecary, and he had no idea where to find one either, he had just woken up to find that everything he had ever known was centuries dead. Now, a monster was loose. He didn't even have anyone to blame, the man that became that creature most definitely doesn't have a say in anything at the moment, and would he condemn a man merely for existing? No, this was his fault, and his fault alone. Maybe... Maybe leaving him to die in that alley would have been a mercy...

At that thought, the amulet he wore grew warm. It was probably glowing too, but from underneath the heavy clothing he wore that was impossible to tell. He had had to offload his equipment at an inn. Shortly after he lost the man-beast's trail, he needed to secure some sort of residence, if only so he'd have somewhere to put his things. He had managed to sell his rather fine longsword for some spending money, and was renting a sort of... brick shack that could be called a house if one was feeling generous. He had hidden his armor, shield, and remaining weapon in the ground beneath it, as he was certain the place would be looted the second he left.

Speaking of, the amulet... He sighed, Gently putting his hand over where the amulet was hidden as he spoke quietly to himself. [i][color=00a651]"I know but... some would rather die a man, than live as an animal..."[/color][/i] the warmth faded as the mountain of a man readjusted his head-wrap. He looked down to the arena. Any moment, the games would begin, and he'd finally get to relax before he resumed his hunt. And what a sorry chase it was. He was relying on his ability to sense the tremors, when it simply became far too difficult to pick him out of all the other things in the city. He had been a fool, ever since his revival he had been oh so much weaker... but why? He was like a god before, he could move the very mountains given time! Now, he was stuck with boulders and parlor tricks... 

And the timeline, he simply knew nothing about what came after. He had thought to spend the day at a library or archive instead, but upon reaching such a place he realized with no small amount of horror that he just... couldn't read anything in it. The common language remained mostly the same, so he was able to communicate just fine aside from his dead accent. However, five hundred years had changed the script used to write it drastically, and he was simply unable to decipher it, while being taunted by the superficial similarities. And all the new words and slang he just didn't understand... He actually used it to his advantage. He had managed to put up a facade that he was merely a massively inbred brute of limited intelligence, all it took was a change in his accent and to never speak in complete sentences and BOOM, people bought it. 

He looked up when he realized something was happening... By the looks some sort of... massive bell was being revealed. But... to what purpose? Who could possibly need that? Then again, he had no right to judge whatever monarch authorized this. He had quite the egomaniacal streak back in the day... One time, he ordered his minion's to carve his helmeted visage into a mountain... Alas, if those 'heroes' hadn't stopped him before he could set that into motion, maybe somebody would remember who the hell he was. 

And then... it rung. Markul's hands clamped over his ears as he groaned in pain, the noise rumbling his entire body... But that wasn't all, the stone felt it too... Oh boy, did the stone feel it too. He doubted anyone else had his... 'sensitivity' to these kinds of manners, but the stone was in just as much pain as he was as it shook. He got the feeling some of the less... robust homes in the poorer section of town would need some repairs.

And then the warriors entered. It was essentially a standard lineup of gladiators that he had seen time and time again... but on a massive scale. He was actually impressed, gathering so many warriors was a rarity back in the colosseums of old. If only because finding so many that were both not enlisted in the military AND willing to fight to the death was not easy (Wasting soldiers in the arena is just [i]begging[/i] to have some asshole kingdom's army storm in when you diminish your own fighting force). 

And then... it happened. The center of the arena collapsed and... something jumped out. He was stunned speechless, flashbacks playing across his mind of a man who could take the form of a reptilian beast in battle... A horrible monster in every sense of the word. He was shaken from his stupor when the beast climbed up, murdering several dozen civilians as it leapt up and took a swipe at the stands... [color=00a651][i]No, it can't be... He's dead... he must be.[/i][/color] he thought. His next thought was a far simpler one; a klaxon call of [color=00a651][i]PROTECT THE CIVILIANS.[/i][/color] ringing through his head. 

His amulet glowed (though it still wasn't openly displayed) as he leapt out of his seat, and the moment his feet hit the ground he twisted one foot, rising his fist towards the air as bricks came together into a veritable pillar of pain, striking it straight in the chest. While Markul was absolutely sure he had inflicted no lasting damage, the beast merely getting flung back into the arena as it was most certainly not prepared for that. He leapt after it, sliding down the side of the wall and landing on the ground with a heavy thud. Oh, to think how painful that would have been if he was wearing his armor... 

Before the creature could mount a counterattack he picked up a brick that had fallen onto the ground and tossed it a short ways up, punching it on the way down. As soon as he struck the brick, it split into shards, most of them pelting the creature's face. While most simply bounced, one managed to score a lucky hit and dig under its scales on it's gut, but the most that would do was piss it off, to be honest. Which was what he was counting on. He wasn't sure it understood speech, but... [b][color=00a651]"Face me, beast! Come get me!"[/color][/b] He shouted. If he could just stall it, the civilian's could be evacuated and maybe this monster could be killed...