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Zee was lifted off of the ground, but he had a trick of his own. He brought down his razor and cut deeply into his own leg, as his opponent touched him Zee sent the energy of the pain he had gained into Vince after having amplified it ten fold.(In other words when you touch him, it'll feel like your arm was slashed open ten times or so.)

Slammed into the ground, boy did that feel great! Zee smiled and sighed in a sick sort of pleasure as his nose cracked. He tried to stand but it was harder than usual, he needed to do somthing about that. He had his back turned to his enemy, maybe he should wait.

Five feet away, four, three, two. There it was! Zee's back seemingly exploded in a spray of blood and flesh as his blade like wings exploded forth, each of them were five feet long, and the suprise element was surely there, after the atempt to rend his opponent was succesfull or not, his wings would serve their purpose.

(...Is your skin impeniterable or sumat? Or did you just forget to move out of the way big wings made of blades?)

::Once again as many many times before. Cerebus Dark exited the arena's steak house with a fresh and bloody pieces of steak in his jaws. The rich red blood leaked down the side of his fanged mouth, and his blank white eyes gazed forward at the merchants ring. With each step his steel greaves clanked, they were a sort of heavy shin guard, they added force to his kick, instead if striking bone, the opponent struck steel. And with each step his shackles jangled, they were the physical representation of the fact he was still bound to that damned book. Or at least his soul was. And lastly as the sun shown down, a black devils Eg Gibson guitar, glimmered across its shiny paint job, and made a sort of hallow clack against his back. And then he blinked. That apparently was a mistake.

The moment he opened his eyes he was beside a very very large tree with some sort of massive beast no more that 30ft ahead of him. Cerebus was never one to show he feeled, the very god which created the wolfen race could approach him and he wouldnt show even a bit of care. But this creatures form, was just...unpleasant. And its smell....it was just offensive to the nose, and it made eating his steak difficult. He let out an almost disgusted...::

Hmph.

And then rested his back against the large tree. His long black hair blew over his face in the wind slighly covering his blank eyes. They were the most unusual eyes, they were infact endless white. No pupil, no viens, just pure white. They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and Cerebus had no soul in this form. He was content to ignore the "Beast" across from him unless it dared step out of its place.::

::Even as the beast charged at him like a fierce Rhino Cerebus was more concerned with his steak. He took steady bites and chewed. He could see in the dark as well, just like the one who formed his shell, his eyes could take in both the light, and the dark to see. He continued to bite, until the strange sound of crackling filled the air.

His wolfen sense were very keen, he never budged, he felt it growing closer, and closer, he heard it threatening to reach him. Threatening to harm him, and when the lightening was a good arms length away he flicked the remainder of his steak at it. This was guess work really, but the steak was wet and the attack that approached him sounded electrical. The electricity, one would think, would be focused into the wet meat,and would perform its roasty attack on it.

And then as the meat fell Cerebus would reach his hand out, snatch it from mid air, and continue eating. Despite the fact that there were mere seconds before the beast was literally upon, he seemed to be totally ignorant. Simply caught up in leaning on the tree and eating his steak. Oh and letting out another...::

Hmph.

::Hmm, that last attack was more than he had expected. His dear steak was fired and as he lunged forward to catch the ashy bone the remainder of the burning electricity struck him. The burning bolt cinged away several of the hairs covering his, and bit at his cheek as he tried to pull away.

But he still didnt seem to care. The singe on his cheek was hardly enough to break his relaxed state. He rested his back against the tree and looked the beast dead in the eye while shaking his head in disappointment.

He watched the strange occurance, two spikes of hair emerging from its back. Hmm, this reminded him of an animal he used to play with as a pup. It was one of his early challenges from his father, how to catch a porcupine with getting scratched. Then, without fail, the two shanks of hair came directly for him. Now, had no intentions of waiting to find out exactly where they were aimed, but, he could tell they were going for something around his midsection, and his arms at the time were hanging by his sides.

He waited and he watched, and then, he jumped. He hoped straight up just a few feet allowing the two spines to strike where he was, and more specifically to strike the tree. And knowing the basic science of wood and a nail, hopefully they would get lodged in the tree. Which would be perfect, because as gravity began to pull him down from his jump, he planned to land directly on top of the two spikes as they rest in the tree. And then he would give a little yawn. Sort of goading the creature to try and use its "other" assests. Such as its huge muscles, or its head.::

::After 584 years of life, and 583 years spent in an almost constant state of combat, Either hunting, being hunted, getting revenge, warring against the Felis tribes, Cerebus was really quite alert in combat. He intentionally always carried an aire of arrogance to throw off his attackers. Make them believe he wasnt paying attention, or that they were nothing incomparison to him. But, he was watching, he was paying attention, and he knew when jumping onto a portion of an unknown beserker beasts anatomy, its always best to look at said anatomy. And so he did.

His right foot landed first, but his left seemed to have lost its landing point. He leaned forward to counter his loss of balance, and swung his left foot forward as he began to break into a run. His left foot just barely missed the full onslaught of the attack. Instead the creatures spine had taken a small chunk clean out of Cerebus's left heel. It was true that it also launched a burning bolt, but, really with him on the hair yet still, and running, it was more likely to strike the hair than even touch him.

The wolf was not happy. This beast roared and rampaged with rancid breath and yet it wouldnt even use its own claws. What sort of animal was this?! It was time to show how a true animal wages war. The wolves eyes began to spark as he continued to jet forward along the creatures hair. His hand clenched into fists making an audible pop as his knuckles bent, and a thin blackish purple aura came into view around his forearms. It was barely visible, at all in the night sky. But it was present, as was the scowl on the wolfs face. With each step his pushed his body faster and hard, and with each step he stood ready and waiting for the creatures hair to give out and in that moment he would jump. Really, wether or not the hair gave out, after about 4 steps the wolf would jump anyway.

His legs were powerful, like those of wolf, because infact he was a wolf. His powerful legs were able to vault 150lbs up and forward into the air with ease. An olympic long jumper can jump a total of 20 ft on an average day. Cerebus wasnt a human, his legs were stronger, he managed a full 30ft, with a 6ft high arch. And he landed with a skid, no more 7ft behind the demon. His face had a scowl of disgust, and his tight fists flicked open revealing his clawed hands, each one caught in the blackish purple aura, and each begging for a chunk of his flesh. And then shouted forth from his low almost crouched stance.::

Come with it coward!

::His voice as always was deep, and strong, it showed the power that his human features masked. And his face showed the fury that fueled his fire.::