[h1]Reaver[/h1]



Wildfires were a curious thing. All in all their components and different timings were rather harmless. Dry vegetation, winds... a spark somewhere. But when all of them were at the right time at the right place, it would erupt into an inferno. Despite others...attempts to quell the incoming conflict, Reaver witnessed firsthand how the first blows with Ishtar were exchanged, so sudden as to put her reeling in the ground.

Good, it was a matter of time before the battle would be over. Maybe even before everyone else came in. Reaver frowned upon the sudden appearance of reinforcements on Ishtar's side. Had it been Chloe? Was there a sellout among Cindy's forces? It did not matter. He had to think quick, and act even faster. He could ride on this momentum, and given the hostility of the newcomers, stoke the fire even further.

Spreading his barriers in front of Cindy and the assembled others, Reaver snarled as he yelled at the top of his lungs. "For the Queen! Death to Ishtar!" mirroring Cindy's passion, and hoping that what he had been told that Reinforcement types actually encouraging others to action were not just empty words. "After me!" He continued, as he began running towards the source of fire, barriers being deployed and regeneration taking care of the rips and tears in his face.

[i]This... is... what it feels to be alive. This is all for Odin. But it's not enough. I [i]crave[/i] more. More flesh. More fear. More blood. I hate your holier than thou types. I hate the mental attack you just did.[/i] Reaver thought mentally as he reached with a hand to his face. The mental reinforcement was holding. He could do this. [i]Let's play. Let us appear as if to run wild. If there's pure white, a black stain will stand out even more![/i] His heart thrummed, as his emotions overtake him. Flesh changed shape. Hand sharpened into claws, that gouged deep marks on his own face as he ran towards Sylvia.

A wet rag. Bloody, landed at the feet of the Beacons soldiers.

On closer inspection it was not a wet rag... but the mangled remains of Reaver's face.

An otherwordly guttural roar was heard.

[url=https://safebooru.org//images/1286/e0be47cd9a5b4bddabff537efd2a6a33da699472.png?1339676]The creature[/url] once known as Reaver pressed on, faster and deadlier than ever, ready to tackle the Beacon assailants and cut and bite their flesh.