[h3]Captain Drystan and The Big Baddy[/h3]

Drystan was so focused on the fight that he hadn't noticed as the rest of the hunters joined him in the arena level until an arrow came flying in, striking the creature in it's eye. It reeled back in pain and went to grasp at it's wound. Drystan took this opportunity to strike the final blow, cleaving the creature's head clean off it's neck. Given a moment, he turned to survey the room. The two archers, Donnel and....a werewolf? His eyes widened briefly, taken aback by this new combatant. He hadn't seen where it came from or who it was, but suddenly a new creature was in play. He wasn't sure where to turn his attention next. He knew the job was clearly to focus on the vampires but there was a new threat. Gritting his teeth, he decided to deal with the vampires first.

He turned towards those that were left. The large one had taken a few huge steps towards the center of the room and was standing there, a large smirk on his face. Behind him, there was still a group, huddled together, protecting the younger members. He regained his fighting stance and charged the large one. He reeled back with all his strength and swung his sword at the creature's waist. 

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While the other's fought, the massive being watched. He surveyed the group, taking in their tactics, their stances, their strengths...

Standing well above everyone else in the room, the creature was more inhuman than the rest. He wore simple clothing with only a few pieces of leather armor on his shoulders, legs and a small relatively small chest piece. His stance as well as his choice in very little armor showed his confidence. Poking out from around his clothing were countless scars, healed over time from previous battles. One particularly ragged scar ran from his forehead all the way down to his collarbone. His smile showed his sharpened, elongated fangs. His axe, strapped to his back, was larger than anything a normal human could wield. It had dried blood on the handle. The axe head was huge and sharpened to a fine edge.

Drystan's sword swung and dug into the creature's gut. Blood spurted out and splatter against the Captain's face and shoulders. The captain, normally considered tall among other men, only came up to the creatures stomach and had to swing upwards to even reach it's gut. The massive being didn't even flinch at the wound, his smile simply widening as he stopped walking. He raised his arm and brought it swiftly down against Drystan, the force of the blow sending him and his sword flying across the room and against the wall. With how little effort the thing put into this attack, he might as well have been swatting a fly. The nuisance that was the captain gone, he reached slowly behind his back and grabbed a hole of his axe. He pulled it out and held in, single-handed, and took a fighting stance.

Drystan's body hit the wall with a loud thud, his sword clattering to the ground. He took a moment to collect himself, looking up to realize the giant in the room wasn't even paying him any mind. Instead, it was focusing on the newcomers at the door. Drystan scoffed, it's blood still dripping from his sword.