Sightles

Fire in the West (Freeroam)

Soah shook his head, as Crom made separation and drew his blade. The headbutt had felt good, and only served to help awaken more of the beast in Soah. Soah snarled, as he reached for his side, and gripped his short sword. "Alright then." Soah said, as he growled. In a quick flourish, Soah unsheathed his short sword, and in one fluid motion, flung the sword towards Crom's head. The sword would either miss, and hit a tree, or connect. If the sword connected, the force behind the throw was more than enough to take Crom's head clean off his shoulders. As soon as the blade had been flung, Soah charged forward, and attempted a diving tackle at Crom's waist, trying to drive the stone wall of a man into the ground. If Crom kept Soah at a distance, Soah would be more cut up than a turkey dinner. While Soah knew he could take that kind of punishment, he was still cognitive enough to realize that it wouldn't be a smart move. Crom might not be as strong as Soah, right now, but the man still looked as if he had the capacity to fell a tree with his sword.

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Soah caught himself mid-lunge, preventing himself from falling, or running into something else, as he completely whiffed on Crom. Soah then felt a dull pain in his arm. He glanced down and noticed the solider had drove a knife into his skin. It had hardly hurt, but it didn't feel good. Soah laughed for a moment. "Yeah, Johnathon. This could get serious." Soah said, with another laugh. The knife hadn't driven too deep into Soah's arm, due to his now hard, leathery flesh. Soah gripped the blade with his other hand, and placed a thumb near the hilt. As Soah righted himself, he started to press down with his thumb. If Crom didn't pull the knife out, Soah would undoubtedly soon break the knife with his ever growing inhuman strength. "You got a lot more to you than most people I've fought." Soah said, once again grinning and bearing his teeth. After a moment, Soah dived his head forward, attempting to headbutt Crom. While Crom would normally have a few inches on Soah, the transformation had also made Soah grow taller, making him just about eye-to-eye with the old veteran at this point.

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Soah stopped walking forward, and glared at Crom. Soah's yellow piercing eyes stared into Crom's eyes, "Damn right, I did." Soah snarled, as he flexed his hand that was covering his wound. Soah could feel himself starting to fully lose himself in the moment. Soah would've been able to control himself, but with Crom taking a aggressive pose, and a challenging tone, it spurred on Soah's deeper desires, "That was just a little bit of what I can do. You're getting ready to see what I can do when I'm really pissed off." Soah said, with a slightly smirk, revealing his rows of canine teeth. Soah took another step forward, and tore off his bloodied cloak, revealing a amount of muscle he didn't possess before, and his skin was covered in a thicker layer of hair. Soah, with surprising speed, started towards Crom. Soah made a quick grab towards the mercenary's hand that gripped the hilt of his sheathed sword. With Soah's other hand, he stabbed, with his razor sharp claws, into the armored torso of Crom. Soah had enough power and speed to pierce the armor, but it was doubtful he had enough to actually wound Crom with the stab.

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Soah could hear John's words of advice, but instead of opting to listen to them, Soah shot back up to his feet. Soah emitted a low snarl, as pain racked his body. After closing his eyes for a moment, and opening them, they were once again the same piercing yellow. Soah had to focus on something besides his serious wound. Soah once again hacked up blood, covering more of the snow. Breathing was started to become problematic. Soah could feel himself edging closer to the point of no-return. Soah pulled back his cloak, and covered his wound with his hand. Soah started to try to speak, but blood filled his throat instead of words. Soah doubled over, once more, coughing up more blood. Soah righted himself, and looked at the party. Soah's features were now increasingly canine. His nose and mouth were starting to look like a faint muzzle, his finger nails had extended slightly, turning themselves into claws. Soah had also gained a bit of muscle mass. Soah took a step forward, this time with a new-found power. Blood still pooled in Soah's mouth, but Soah could feel the wound beginning to close as he gained more canine features. While the wound would heal, Soah had no idea what would happen with his lung.

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Soah smiled as Adrian fell backwards, Soah's uppercut finding it's mark. Things seemed to deafen to Soah, though. Crom stepped in between the two of them, but Soah couldn't make out the words Crom was speaking. Then, Soah felt a warm liquid running down his side, and down his leg. For a moment, Soah wondered if it was raining or something. Soah glanced down, and saw a dagger, hilt deep, placed into his side, through his cloak. Soah blinked, and gripped the hilt. Soah's entire world started to shake, and tremble. Soah closed his eyes, and placed his other hand on the hilt. Soah focused, trying to bring the world back to him, and calm down. Soah opened his eyes, once more. His eyes turned from their normal look to now a piercing yellow color. He looked directly at Crom, making eye contact with him. Soah could feel canine-like teeth poking out from his mouth. Soah closed his eyes once more, and doubled over. The pain was nonexistent for Soah at this point. The only thing Soah could feel was a deep seated instinct to let loose and to attack his assailant. Soah took a deep breath, and with a great yank, pulled the dagger from his chest. Soah coughed, at the same moment, and blood splattered the white snow in front of Soah. Soah knew that Adrian had struck his lung with his stab. With a soft thud, Soah dropped the dagger to the carpeted ground. Soah's breathing intensified for a moment, becoming louder, and more pronounced. After a moment, Soah opened his eyes, now back to the original and normal appearance. Blood pooled in Soah's mouth, and he could feel some seeping out from the corner of his lips, "I'll fucking kill you, kid." Soah manged out, sputtering out blood as he finished his sentence. Soah took a step forward, shakily, before collapsing to one knee. Soah instantly regretted fighting back his chance to let the other side take over, as the waves of pain began to set in. Soah wondered if he could die from a wound like this, as his vision began to shake slightly.

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Soah was impressed that the young man kept going. It was obvious he was very weakened by his current state. Soah was easily able to duck down slightly under the fist. Soah was focused on still teaching Adrian a lesson about picking fights. Soah went for a straight uppercut, trying to slam his fist right into the bottom of Adrian's chin. At this point, Soah would be even more impressed if Adrian managed to tank this hit and keep on going. Soah was no where near becoming worked over by this fight. It was almost near child's play, as it should be. Adrian had probably never even been taught how to wield a sword, much less how to handle himself in hand-to-hand combat with an opponent that was bigger than himself. Soah hoped this lesson would make Adrian think more carefully about whom he went around trying to fight.

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Soah was surprised at Adrian's quickness, and ferocity, that he possessed as he charged towards him. Despite being surprised, Adrian was still a child, a child that Soah could handle easily. As Adrian went at Soah's legs, Soah brought his knee straight up, towards where Adrian's head would be when he attempted to tackle Soah. Soah was hoping to knock the kid out, before he really hurt himself, which could easily be accomplished by the swift knee to Adrian's face. Soah had no desire to actually hurt the kid, but teaching him a lesson seemed to be in order. Soah wouldn't admit it out loud, but Adrian had a spark that Soah was admirable of. Soah wouldn't doubt for a moment that Adrian would take on a giant, if the giant had challenged him. This quality could be respected, however, but that did not make it a smart quality, and Soah was about to impart this much needed wisdom on Adrian.

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Soah scoffed at Crom's words. "No wonder you're a mercenary without a job." Soah said, as he stared off to the side, absentmindedly. Soah was finally started to truly feel warm, but the caked on blood on his hands and arms was starting to bother him. By the time they got to place where they could clean themselves, it'd be a chore to get the blood off. "Your brother sounds like a nice man, but meeting violence with reason isn't how the world works. He was stupid for thinking it worked any other way." Soah added, as he turned to look forward towards the group. Soah still trailed behind the group. "Sparing a life does nothing but let those that wished to hurt you in the first place a second chance. Reason is met with reason, violence is met with violence." Soah added, as he slowly increased his pace, but still made sure to keep a fair distance from the group proper. "Why do you think we're on the run? Because no one in this world can be reasoned with. Every cunt and his mother is so caught up in the politics of this world that some people start blowing up ships. If power could be reasoned with, there wouldn't be a need for killing." Soah finished, as he wrapped his cloak tighter.

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Soah hung towards the back of the group, easily keeping up with the group as they trudged through the terrain. Soah wasn't really paying attention to the idle conversation the group had struck up. Soah tried his best to wrap his cloak around the entirety of his body, and was doing fairly well at it, as he wasn't nearly as cold as he thought he'd be. The scarf he had been 'given' by Johnathon was also doing it's fair share of keeping him warm. The group seemed nice enough. Johnathon was definitely the nice guy of the group, while Adrian was definitely filling out the role of naive kid fairly well. Crom had his sagely warrior advice, and Griff seemed content with playing ti safe around them. Soah eyed Griff for a moment. The man looked like the kind that had secrets. Soah would know. He had a few of his own dark secrets.

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Soah adjusted his cloak a little, trying to warm himself up. "It's not my blood." Soah said, in his normal gravely voice. He outreached a hand, and took the scarf from John, despite the small kid's hesitation. Soah wrapped the scarf around his neck, helping him a little, but not by much. "My name is Soah." Soah introduced, as he tried to wrap himself more in his cloak, trying to get every bit of warmth out of it he could. "I assume you lot are heading over the mountains?" Soah asked, as he glanced up the sloped ground, towards the top of the mountain. It was still a long walk, and the group would no doubt want as much people with them as they could muster, and Soah also needed to put as much distance between him and the town as physically possible. .