The night was a very silent night as everyone fell asleep. Silus crawled into his sleeping bag with the fox Faunus that had ended up sharing with him. He grinned slightly as an arm wrapped around her and slid slowly under her shirt. 

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Silus was woken with a sharp crack across his back. The violent noise resounded through the silent hall and Silus sat up, a hiss escaping his lips. The bedroll followed his movements and revealed a very naked Silus. The yellow eyes of the Lizard Faunus snapped to the partner that had shared his bed to the riding crop that left a welt on his back. He knew what was coming at this point but was sorely hoping that there was another person that enjoyed carrying such a sadomaso stereotype of a weapon. The eyes then flicked to the legs of the women that had just hit him, stockings and a fine shape. NOT GOOD. Alarm bells began to ring in the lizard’s mind. The eyes then flicked up to her face.  None other than Goodwitch stared down at him.

“Shit”

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Silus stood upon the launch pads that were embedded into the ground of Beacon Cliffs. The Lizard shook his arms and legs, rolling his neck slowly. He gave his wrists a quick flick, the bracelets on his arms snapping open. The bottom half enclosing his wrists and the top resting just under his elbow. A thick metallic liquid seeped from the two halves and coated his arm and fists. The liquid solidified and became something reminiscent of scales. The barrels pointed up to the sky, skewing off the top half of the bracelet. Two flicks of his anklets and the same occurred. He fell into a three point position, hand balled into a fist on the launch pad. He saw the mechanism tick over then felt a violent force shoot him into the air. Silus grinned and punched his fist forward, Rush firing off a round and sending him forward violently. He reeled the fist back and punched the next one forward, angling himself towards the ground and a Beowulf unlucky enough to be underneath the descending Lizard. The Grimm collapsed under the force of the metal ensconced fist. Silus looked up to the other Beowulf of the pack, a sick grin splitting his lips. The grin widened, a scar that split his face. The grin of a predator falling prey to bloodlust. He placed a crystal of dark red dust into his mouth and kicked into the ground, sending him backward into a vicious axe kick that caught the face of a Beowulf. Rush fired off another round as the kick connected, sending the foot through the animals skull. Viscera scattered everywhere as Silus pulled himself up to his full height, breathing in through his nose as he chewed the dust. Bringing his arms across his face in a practiced gesture he pulled them back and sent his head forward, gouts of white flames exploding from his grinning lips. The Beowulf’s were consumed in the raging flames. He shook the splattered remains off his boot and shot himself forward into the forest. He had to find a partner first. That was the test. He closed his eyes for a brief second before he heard a loud voice shout out.

"Ok monsters, here I come!"

Silus opened his eyes and found himself staring down Nahbi a few feet ahead of him. He gave a short sigh, rolled his shoulders back and waved at her “partners I guess then…” he said with a smile.