Zsadist needed a fight but the lessers didn't seem to want to accommodate him. He growled low in his throat. If he didn't fight he was going to have to do something he didn't want to do. His demons were hounding him. And there was only one way to quiet them. Well two but the second one wasn't happening ever again. Pain he could handle. But touch. That brought back too many memories. 

Fortunately his dark thoughts were interpreted by a call from V. Thank the Scribe Virgin he thought. He held his phone tight as he used V's voice to telephoto from his side of the town to where his brother had found a fight for him to join. He pocketed his phone as soon as his shitkickers hit the ground. He pulled out his knives with a wicked grin. One that looked all the scarier because of his scar. [color=39b54a]"Thanks for the invite."[/color]

He ran to the nearest lesser. He didn't bother to look around. If there were humans around his brothers could deal with them. He wasn't good with people. They tended to be afraid of him before he even had a chance to speak. So it was better to focus his attention on the enemy. He shoved his knives into the nearest lesser. Who happened to have grabbed a female. Zsadist barely noticed the woman. He shouldered her back.[color=39b54a]"Get out of here!"[/color] He growled.