[color=fff200]Leval Lamrue[/color]

Other students had begun to trickle out of the rooms now, it appeared that the majority of the students were finishing up their combats. Most came out rather battered and bruised, but still able to walk on their own two legs, which was a comforting thought. However, others were still looking much more wounded, especially amongst the A rank fighters.[color=f9ad81]"Leval Lamrue"[/color] He turned, and found Rowan staring at him. [color=f9ad81]You... you claim you've been bit before, correct?"[/color] She asked the question in her normal, hesitant manner with an edge of slight unease. Leval's hand drifted up to his right arm unconsciously, gripping it loosely. The rough puncture scars there, prickled as unpleasant memories surface in his mind. He shifted to face Rowan, somewhat uncomfortably.

[color=fff200]"Uh...yes. I have been bitten a couple times actually. I didn't grow up in a really great area. The older Vampires weren't an issue really, but sometimes the young ones would come to... [i]play.[/i]"[/color] He spat the last word out, inflecting it with some of the anger he still felt. His illusory body started to grow out of him in reaction, making it seem like spikes were emerging from his body and his body size was swelling upwards. Leval gritted his teeth together for a moment, sighed, and leaned his head against the wall, calming somewhat. [color=fff200]"Like I said though, they were young... and stupid."[/color] His illusory body shrank back down again, spikes receding inward. He glanced upwards, worried he had offended her. His hand moved and began to pull slightly on the tuft of his hair.