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There were definitely some not nice words tumbling out of her mouth, under her breath, as the trainee stalked through the haunted house. Again. She despised this place. And the creatures that lurked about. Especially certain horseman. Maybe it was some form of punishment that she'd been sent here today. This wouldn't have surprised her in the least.

:: You really should be paying more attention, precious. :: Vashi grumbled, not happy about any of this either.

Fini just made some rude noise, trying to relax her hands, which kept balling into a fist at every tiny sound. Gawd she hated this place! Her fist ended up slamming into the side of a wall in irritation before she stopped moving and inhaled deeply. She needed to relax. To keep her wits about her.

And if she saw Shaheen, well, she'd kill her.

:: Riiiiight. ::

:: Shut the ******** up! ::

The inside of the haunted house held no interest to her. If she was stuck here, she was going to scout the grounds. Where the bigger prey tended to lurk.

Even if she hadn't been just on the side of the haunted house when someone loudly and obnoxiously bellowed, Fini was pretty sure you could have heard the creature from back at the portal. This was... not what she had expected to find today. Well, okay she had hoped to find a horseman (or a specific one), but... not him.

:: What if you were a dark roach? Does that mean you don't have to show yourself? :: Vashi mused.

Fini just ignored him, peering around the edge of the house to see the loud one. He was big. And those were some impressive swords. And maybe she should reconsider... Nope. Not backing out now. She huffed out a breath, summoning her weapon before cautiously stepping into his line of sight.

"Do you really have to be so loud?" She asked casually.

For a short moment after he had shouted, Wrath had been forced to wait, broad chest heaving in anger as a chilling red gaze swept his surroundings. It probably had not been wise to yell, to have his presence given away to any and all who might be wandering this place. He could find himself soon under attack by more then just one white coat, overwhelmed and defeated as they hid behind their numbers, but he did not care. He just wanted blood, and he was certain he could come by that here. He could wet his blade with it, just the beginning of his reaping of what was yet to be paid by the human scum that had tore his home out from beneath him, leaving him to live on donated land.

It was only one white coat that appeared, and a woman at that. His eyes instantly fell upon her, and gruff, short words were uttered in response.

"No. But it got me what I wanted." He gave her a quick look over, his face stoic though his heart thrummed with adrenaline, while simultaneously it ached to cut into her, to completely hack her apart and destroy her. One hunter for every horseman lost, that's what he wanted, and to then burn their homes to the ground. It was all he could think about, all that had driven him to come here and seek them out.

He was quick to close the distance between them, running to where the hunter stood, brandishing his sword in his hand, his eyes holding a dangerous and dark edge to them as he stopped running, digging his heeled feet into the dirt of the ground and leaning back to allow himself to slide, one hand touching down to the ground to keep him from falling while the sword in his other slashed out when he passed.

Turning and skidding to a halt, he straightened up slightly, keeping his knees bent but his stance open, a metal clawed finger beckoning for her to come at him, his face stony and his eyes narrowed.

HP: 40
Damage: 4

Wrath simply shrugged his shoulders. She could say what she wanted about his initial call out for a foe to face, but it had done the trick, as she was there to prove. But he wasn't here to chat, or get into any discussions about whether or not it had worked in his favor to "loudly announce his presence" . He was only interested in the fight, now, and in dealing out as much pain as he was suffering through right now, knowing that his family had perhaps not survived the downfall of the isles.

When she finally made her way towards him, he ducked from side to side, avoiding taking any initial strikes, his large and burly body moving much faster then it seemed like it should have been capable of. He final slash did catch him, however, and he moved to counter the blow by pushing her arm to the side with his free arm, and flicking a quick slash at her with his sword.

HP: 37
Damage: 1

She seemed to be quite swift as well, and it was a reminder to Wrath that not all humans were as soft and weak as the one's he'd been reaping for the last few years in the human world, cut off from all contact with his own clan, unable to know that they had suffered at the hands of the hunters. It made him realize just how much he had been falling lax in his training, to have this one respond to his attacks tit for tat, not backing down from him despite the obvious size difference between them.

The slice of the sai that came his way was again, dodged, but only so much as that it didn't connect with his face. He had enough facial scars as it was, and didn't mean to add any new ones, especially not by the blades of the first hunter he came across. Instead, it struck him low on his neck, near his collar bone, and he took a step back, letting out a huff of air through his nose that sounded a lot like a snort.

raising his blade in a two handed grip, it began to turn to black smoke, wisps of it rolling off of the blade and trailing up into the air. Suddenly, his hands parted, and where there was once but one sword, there were now two, one held in the grasp of each of his hands.

And then he was darting forward. No cocky smiles were given. No one liners needed. This wasn't business, but that didn't mean he needed to draw things out with any amount of bravado. He just wanted to inflict pain. To possibly kill. To reap. That was all.

Driving forward, he struck out with one of his swords. Spinning, he struck out with the second. Both met their mark easily, though the second swing seemed to carry a lot more momentum then the first. He grunted with the effort of the swing, and then, just as suddenly as they were there, both swords were gone.

And just the single, regular one he had started the battle with now remained in his hand.

HP: 35
Damage: 15
Fear attack: T2 Double Take

Before he had a chance to even back away after his attack, she surprised him by hooking him with one of her sais, taking him high in the leg, a painful strike that had him gritting his teeth and left him grounded on the spot.

She had gone down, but apparently she still had fight in her.

De-summoning his weapon for a moment, he swiped out at her with his metal claws. Though they were only on his thumb and index finger, he aimed to slap her with them across the cheek.

"Let go." He rumbled, his voice deep, low, and dangerous.


HP: 30/40
Damage: 1

There was a buzzing sound. Something sounded like it was...vibrating against something else? His eyes followed the sound, a swift glance down as the girl stumbled away from him, that showed one of those devices he had seen so many humans carrying around. Cell phones, right? The ones he slaughtered often had their eyes glued to them, not paying attention to anything around them. This one, it appeared, would be no different, as she appeared to think that she could just take a time out, a break to took at her phone.

The action, for some reason, just enraged Wrath further. His weapon leapt back to hand and he was stalking towards her, when she was suddenly up, her cellular device hidden within her clothes, and she was on the attack instead, surprisingly quickly, her X slash driving him several steps back.

Apparently he had angered her or something with the slap. His lips upturned a little in a cold smile, but yet again no words were given as he beckoned her to come at him again, with the same claw that he'd used to swipe at her face.

HP: 27/40
Damage: 0