Of all the glory of battle nothing was left. The challenge of competition nor the thrill of the hunt served to motivate.
For the first time in a long time Hale was in pain. Even though he wouldn't decay, even though he couldn't rot.
This shit was starting to hurt. And blood-lust fell, as the disgusting squirming Kami proved inedible.

Kami grabbed him with regenerated arms and attempted another bite. Hale was sick of it. He started to hate his opponent.
Rage fuelled by hunger made place for fury fuelled by frustration. Inspired by the palpable fear that was thick in the air.
If Hale had noticed the fear came from Mithias he would have lunged him too. Useless leech. Right now his mind was nothing but destruction.
With every jolt of force his muscles gave the earth crumbled a little. There was nothing left of his equipment, nor was there left of reason.

With one claw he caught Kami's head as it lunged forward.
With a clawed thumb and pinkie he burrowed deep into his eye sockets and with long talon fingers he drew deep bloody lines, scraping the skull bone. The burning blood on his fingers seared his flesh further, but he would heal, tomorrow. He would live. He would sleep. He would drink. 
But first.
With the desperate brutal force of a wolf no vampire could match he snapped Kami's head backwards while grabbing his neck in a vice pulling forward. One by one Kami's vertebrae snapped out of place or outright shattered. The healing wounds on Kami's neck were torn open.
[color=ed1c24]"Not food." [/color]An echo of Hale's self emerged between growl and snarl.
[color=ed1c24]"Weapon."[/color] Hale threw his full weight into Kami, forcing the beast to the ground to struggle in his death throes.
The pouring rain washed both down as he pushed his foe down in the muddy earth.
[color=ed1c24]"I. break weapon." [/color]Hale roared into Kami's blinded face while he tightened the grip on his skull, nails digging into his brain.

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The structure shook under the stress of war and the presence of Hale.
Rumbling echoed trough the catacombs.
[color=a2d39c]"Hurry!"[/color]
Martin and Ashlynn ran trough the small carved tunnel behind the red door.
With irregular intervals the world shook around them.
Martin wheezed. He wasn't in the best condition, the world was turning hazy.
There was a light in the distance. [color=silver]"I'm out of energy.."[/color]