[color=gray]~[/color] [color=black][b]Nihiri Rakkan[/b][/color]
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[color=gray]~[/color][color=black]"I wouldn't say all that, but It could work nonetheless."[/color]
 	He mused out loud, looking at what would be his scars if he wasn't surrounded in this unnatural darkness. He wasn't particularly upset that no one had seen him do much more than unsheath his claws, he had always preferred to be out of the spotlight. He'd learned from his Grandfather a long time ago that not everyone could be king, and he had learned since that he was correct. He'd also grown to discover that after you stop trying to be the main character of the world's story, it wasn't hard to become happy, a bit of humility can move mountains within someone. After all, every king needed an advisor, and every knight a page.

	He felt her hands on his, and stood himself up, thankful for the bit of guidance amongst all this darkness. He also noticed a bit of a decline in her flamboyance, and noted that he himself felt a bit more grounded than usual, although he rarely wasn't. 
[color=gray]~[/color][color=black]"Alright then love, lead the way."[/color]
	He said softly, squinting to try and make out anything in the fog.
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[color=fff79a]"Alright then, here we go. Stay close. I'll transform to find him, then I will call you when I find him"[/color] Akasha replied, still holding the guy's hand.

Just a bit earlier, Akasha had heard Varus' voice echoing behind them, taunting the students mainly because of the fog. Indeed, while some could not see and do much in this pitch-black darkness, some people like Akasha however would surely navigate in this darkness and still impress the instructor. After all, perhaps were they not totally wrong to unite their strengths. Even the wild girl paired up with someone in the end. She could definitively do it alone, but her compassion towards others drove her to help.

[color=fff79a]"Alright, pick up the pace. He must somewhere over there." The amazoness stated.[/color]

While she did not know exactly where the man evaluating the students was, it's now that her ability would come in handy. 

[i][color=fff79a]Focus... focus. Focus, focus-focusfocus "hmmmnnnYAAAAAAAHHHHH" [/color][/i]Akasha roared, her panther side taking over once more.

Now that she was in her animal form, her sight had gotten better, but it wasn't for her improved vision she was counting on, but her sense of smell.

Pausing, Panthera took a minute to sniff around. There were a tremendous amount of different smell. Lots of people, even an animal she had yet to see. A bear, perhaps? She was lost dor a moment, but then picked up a peculiar smell.

There was a strong smell of scorched metal just about in the direction they were heading. Was it linked to Varus? She had heard an explosion earlier coming from this direction too. Perhaps someone threw him something metallic? Whatever that was, she had to bet on it.

Turning her head to the guy following her, hopefully, the black leopard nodded her head in a direction, as if to indicate where she was heading. Then suddenly, she darted straight towards the smell of burnt metal.

With astonishing speed true to one of the quickest feline on the planet, it didn't take long to Panther Akasha to reach her destination. The source of the smell seemed to emanate from a blasted knife. 

Looking around, Akasha circled the area, still sniffing around. It was then that she saw him, her prey. Her animal instincts wanted to jump the instructor so bad, but for the sake of her partner, she had to show restraint. 

Instead, the female black panther stalked her prey. In this pitch-black fog, her fur matched its color, making her almost impossible to see if it wasn't for the feline's yellow eyes. She discreetly sneaked around the instructor until she reached his back, then roared a call at the top of her lungs soon before aiming for Varus' pants. Hopefully, she would pin him there while her partner would make a charge to their location.
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[color=gray]~[/color][color=black][b]Nihiri Rakkan[/b][/color]
	He had nodded in the dark to the strange girl, his footsteps almost silent as he jogged hand in hand with her, not reading too deeply into the contact he had with her. It was almost pitch black and she was all but blindly leading the blind, they'd get separated with ease if they let go. 

	He moved faster as she spoke, his scars straining against his skin as he exerted himself, preparing to summon forth his claws. As he began to run to keep up, he felt his lungs pushing against his chest and his gums begin to throb. He felt something stir inside of himself, something much different than the calm he often felt, something stronger, something instinctual, something animalistic. 

	He felt himself barring his teeth, his lungs pushing faster and faster as he ran, his hand pulling from the girl's as he began to run at the same speed as her, he knew where he was going without being able to see anything around him, his sense weren't heightened, but he felt a pull in his gut. Just as he began to overtake her, she stopped, and so did he, and as she roared and transformed, he felt something shoot up his spine, causing goosebumps to spread across his skin. Before he had a moment to react, she had already began to sprint forward, tracking the instructor with her hearing and smell.

	A tear fell down his cheek again as he summoned forth his claws, the instinctual pull in his stomach blasting forth into every nerve in his body, and he ran like he never had before. She however, was faster, and disappeared completely out of the reach of his senses, but he kept moving forward, guided by the pull of every fibre in his being. Because of the intensity of the situation he was in, he wasn't able to noticed that his claws were stretching out just a bit longer than usual, and the blackness of his scars moved a bit further up his arms then before.

	After a few moments of sprinting blindly, he heard the roar of his companion a few yards in front of him, and saw the faint flash of her eyes directing him to his target. As he approached nearer and nearer, he began to just barely make out the form of their Instructor, and as he closed in, he saw her in front of him, and the back of Valrus. He was moving too quickly to change direction and avoid slamming into her, so instead he leaped forward, a clawed hand clenched into a fist that he threw with incredible strength towards the Teacher, if the man didn't move out of the way fast enough, he would be hit with the force of a hammer square in the back. Nihiri knew he had to impress the man to stay, and if the hit landed, he knew he would find himself a successor of the trial before him.