Roland exploded forward with surprising speed for his size, claws extended and aimed directly at Orion's throat. The attack was straightforward, relying on overwhelming force rather than technique – he must have assumed that with the limited time Orion had spent at the Pack, even if he were trained by the Devilish Sarah, he shouldn’t have been able to learn much battle wise about battle. Orion planned to prove him otherwise. The teenager had already fully transformed by the time he got within striking range of Orion, his brown fur fluttering about in the air wildly. Orion’s eyes burnt a bright yellow as he stared forward before suddenly twisting his body and grabbing onto Roland’s extended arm, making sure to avoid the latter’s claws as he did before smashing him against the ground.The latter’s eyes widened slightly as he felt his body rebound harshly against the cold hard arena ground. A silent curse then left his lips as he realized he had underestimated his opponent. He had stup

A puff of air left Ordok’s parted lips as though he were releasing steam from within his body. He took slow measured steps as he walked towards Orion who reciprocated his action, both Werewolves transforming with each step.The former’s fur boasted of a bright red color that reflected his elemental affinity while the latter possessed dark fur that gleamed menacingly beneath the moon’s radiant and soft light. Ordok revealed a contemptuous grin as he glared at the opponent before him. “I’ll have to make sure to show everyone what a weakling you really are.”Orion’s expression remained as calm as ever despite the blatant provocation. He could never understand why so many individuals sought to converse with their opponents before a fight began. He was someone with the firm belief of having his fists speak for him. And speak it did.Ordok’s eyes widened in anger as he realized Orion seemed to not even take him seriously. Yet before a word left his lips, a powerful punch smashed against h

Orion could only shake his head while listening to Avery’s words. He believed only she would regard a fight of that level as ‘fun’. “You should remember to use your Ether Art sparingly. It’s too draining.”Avery nodded her head in a noncommittal way. “Yeah, I’ll do that. I was only okay playing with Kael because of his weak strength anyways.”Orion could only speechlessly stare at the girl who treated such an important contest as her playground. But he trusted her to not play around as she did once she faced stronger opponents. Even the littlest spare amount of Ether could potentially save one’s life during a high intensity fight or allow them deal a decisive blow against their enemy. He soon stopped paying attention to the recuperating demi-human, instead focusing on the matches that followed. He feasted on the meals given to them by the attending Pups who didn’t participate in the contest. The meals were enchanted in a unique way that hastened the recovery speed of whoever ate it w

Orion walked down the arena silently, ignoring the stares focused on his movements. His hands massaged his headache while his head throbbed with pain that seemed to increase by the second. Controlling that many attacks all at once had been too much for his brain, especially with his low intelligence attribute.Not to mention the sudden release of his suppressed emotions. Something felt wrong about the last outburst though. His werewolf urges were always primal, wanting to wreak havoc for the sake of his almost never ending hunger. Those emotions he had felt back there were much more… visceral. Like he had to destroy only for the sake of destruction. As though there was no need for any specific method. He just felt the urge to kill and acted on it.Orion shivered as he looked back at his performance, a bit scared of his own self. Still, he had a competition to finish. He would think of all that later. He had to make sure to win this first. ‘Once I’m done here. I’m definitely buying a

Orion stared numbly at the blood running down from his arms due to the repercussions of the two punches he had unleashed with the help of the dark brand on his fur. A hint of confusion sparked within his emotionless eyes, as though he felt he should be feeling something while looking at his blood soaked fur. ‘Later.’He threw the matter to the back of his mind. Or more accurately, a torrent of cold darkness within his mind snuffed out the thought. The battle in front of him should have been what he should worry about.The dark brand on his fur flashed, influencing the self-healing capabilities of the cells from his fingers all the way to his elbow. As for the injuries past that, his natural healing could take care of that. His limited Ether and understanding of his [Dark Manipulation] skill couldn’t handle reaching out to his entire arm.The moment his bones snapped back into place, Orion burst into a dash once more. Unfortunately, the wait had been enough for Mayne to recover from hi