[center][h2]Eden's Wrathe[/h2][/center]

His fangs lounged and buried into the ground, sending flowers fluttering up on his impact. The man already moving forward into a roll as the beast expected, his tendrils accounting for the path. His tendrils already shifted to counter. Right didn't care his attack was blocked, his intentions still another step ahead, and reacted. The tendrils went up into ashes not yet strong enough to withstand the flame. However instead of it turning to complete ashes, the flame lingered and crumbled from his body as the attack stalled just a foot short of his body. Rage whipped his souls causing the beast to roar in fury and pain, both emotions mingling in perfect union. 

Not bothered by his tendrils, his head retracted while his right limp tossed back. It backhanded the human and tossed him in the direction of the acid as his eyes shifted, following the creature. Right didn't seem to care the human had changed. It meant little to the beast within as Middle was the logical and sensible part. Only that mattered was the human's extinction. 

His body rushed forward and teeth flashed a snarl, his muscles coiled to reach the man's present location. One of the last two tendrils reached for the man's shoulder, intended to pin him in place. Meanwhile, if his tendril hit, his left claws went for the man's lower leg where it was bent on gripping and ripping it free. Destruction meant little to Right as he could revive as long as he was here. Without Middle to restrain him, there was little reason to held back and right relished in the freedom.