[b][center][h3]Orion - ゴーストハンティング[/h3][/center][/b]

Orion gave a small grin as he successfully removed the sword. But it was short lived when the creature smashed him with unholy strength and sent him crashing into a wall, losing his grip on everything, including reality. The roar in his chest grew exponentially louder, until the only thing he could hear was the overwhelming roar of the wolf. If Orion still had a firm grip and his body he sensed that the whole thing would've been incredibly painful. Finally Orion descended back into his body, looking around with fierce eyes and ready for blood. He locked onto the ghost. His crude, animalistic thoughts couldn't process much, but he knew one thing. The ghost had hurt him. Now he was going to hurt it. Orion gave one glance at the two people behind the ghost. They were familiar. They should leave. He tried to tell them to go, but all that come out was a low, pleading growl. Then the moment of clarity passed and they turned back into sacks of meat and blood. More importantly he could no longer contain his rage at the ghost. A howl burst from his enormous frame and in an instant he was lunging at the ghost. A ball of claws, fangs, and flesh, hurtling towards the ghost in an inescapable rush of movement. Slashing, tearing, biting, anything to tear the ghost into tiny little shreds for daring to hurt him. Or what used to be him. Orion's sense of self was far gone by now, lost in the thrill of the hunt. The wild hunt.