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'Terry' merely tilted their head and snarled, glaring at him with gleaming red eyes. Her voice seemed warped, choked behind this booming tone. 

"Enough talking! Speak only with battle!"

In truth, the warriors did not need to kill one another when assigned one of their peers. They were hard enough to come by as it was, so War made do with the satisfaction of just a 'near death' beating. Though the Warbrand promised Terry it would relent once they got their 'fill', whether they planned to keep their word can only be proven at the anointed moment. 

If past records are to go by, this possessed Terry was prone to making 'accidents'.

Watching Tobias take a ceremonious amount of time preparing for the fight, who tactfully readied his posture and took the scope of the surrounding scenery in with casual stride, annoyed the hooded warrior. They out a growl, the black and white raincoat twisting as it contorted to show its displeasure. It despised such things. Such a waste of time. But they knew to keep patient. It will all be worth it soon enough. Feeling the tension build up in the public space as the two warriors made themselves known was already making 'Terry' antsy. The hooded girl let out an unnatural laugh as it gleamed the innocent faces forming the crowd, feeling invigorated by the energy. Some of them would feel it hard to breathe suddenly, coughing as they were exposed to the canted power of her Warbrand. She could barely stop herself from drooling. Yes, more lambs coming for the slaughter. 

[i]This is just a taste... delicious morsels.[/i]

Finally, when Tobias stepped out, just as he cued, the battle began with a roaring upbeat. 

'Terry' immediately lashed forward with their blade, like a beast snapping its head, the weapon hissing as it released a plume of noxious black fumes in its arc. Their bodies were more durable than any human, so the thing did not seem to care much about being tactical. Trading blow for blow was their intention. Quite a barbaric method, but it played to her advantage. One strike, a small nick, was all it needed to infect its prey, no matter her state afterwards. Then she can play patient, watch as they slowly and painfully succumb to the disease. 

And for those particularly slippery targets, there was a countermeasure. Already, the area around the girl became difficult to tolerate. A leeching poison beyond any earthly comprehension began to take hold around her. It would take more time to take full effect, but already people around them were clutching their necks and gasping for air. 

This left Tobias a grim foresight to the type of poison stored in her blade. 

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