[center][color=crimson][h1][b]Vitius Dragomir[/b][/h1][/color]
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Vitius winced as the hag like creature released an ear piercing screech. One he was pretty sure would have permanently damaged his hearing if it wasn't for the fact that he could regenerate with enough fresh blood. Leaping to his feet, and out of the way of whatever trap she had set in the mud beneath him, Vitius shot forward at full speed, hoping to get closer to the creature. Watching as mud, sticks, and other debris went flying past his face as his booted feet dug into the soft ground below, Vitius dropped into a brief crouch before jumping up into the air, relying on his enhanced strength to boost his jump height and carry him the extra distance to the tree the crone had materialized from. Landing behind her, he quickly spun round and charged in before she could react, wrapping his hands around her frail looking head before snapping her neck in one fluid motion. 

But of course, that was simply not enough in his mind. No, he wanted to be absolutely certain this creature was dead, or incapacitated at the very least.

So grabbing her left shoulder with his left hand and balling his right into a fist, Vitius rammed his hand into her spine, causing several vertebrae in the area to break with a very audible [I]CRACK![/I] He then spun the hag around and sunk his fangs into her throat, the taste of which reminded of ashes and burnt vegetation, before jerking his head to the right; tearing the aged flesh apart. Letting out a low and feral growl as he leaned back a bit, Vitius spit out the disgusting remnants of the hags throat before grabbing both of her shoulders and kicking her in the sides of her knees, causing them to break under the force just like her spinal cord had. Finally, and as a last precaution, Vitius reached up and wrapped his gloved hands around her jaw before tearing it off and casting it down onto the muddy forest floor below. He then reached inside her mouth, or what was left of it rather, and tore out her tongue so she couldn't speak properly. After all this, he dug his index and middle fingers into the softly glowing and cloudy orbs of water, jelly, and nerves that served as her eyes before hoisting her almost skeletal body up into the air and slinging over his shoulder. In much the same way one would pick up and carry a sack of potatoes.

Jumping down from the branch, Vitius let out an annoyed grunt as he began to wade through the muck once more, his leather boots sinking deeper into the viscous sludge as he made his way back to the place the carriage had first dropped them off. From there he would make his way to the inn that the driver had first mentioned upon arrival and, hopefully, rejoin with the others in his group. If this encounter had taught him anything, it's that it was better to have two heads instead of one.

That and the fact that nature was, most definitely, a bitch.[/center]