[h3]Jackal "Ventmaw" Westari[/h3]


Jackal seeing as Henri seemed a bit twitchy after he had performed such a brutal act. He would make a mental note to keep his violent nature more 'tame' as they call it. As to not offend any of his comrades. He let the others do their parts of action, even the small girl could defend herself it seems. It would be disrespectful if he took away the honor of battle from them. Aside from that he had already displayed his brutal nature, best not to continue to leave a worse impression. Then again he wasn't the only one who seemed to enjoy the scent of bloodshed. The Gorgas looked down at one of the corpses made by his allies, who were preoccupied themselves with battle.

 He would stay back from the group a bit in silence, and while he team wasn't looking he took a nicely large chunk of man-flesh from the chest of the human prisoner's body. Chewing the gore he swallowed with relative ease, hopefully no one had noticed. He would sprint back to the group, flames would suddenly spew from his lips and spray over the crowds of prisoners still standing in their route to escape. The breathe weapon was more intended to spread like a house and discourage the living obstacles more, rather then being directly lethal or accurate, that didnt mean some poor unfortunate inmates were caught ablaze or badly scathed by the flames. Jackal would continue to rush forward, even in cuffs around his four hands his brute strength and speed were made apparent as he charged past the line of his allies and trampling over a few foes that were trying to put themselves out. He stopped across the distance of the room to wait for the others to catch up. This was to not only ensure their safety but also ensure that he wouldn't get lost trying to find the mystical vehicle that travels the heavens that was assigned to them. He wasn't sure what to call them though had heard most claimed the title of spaceship or vessel.