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[color=ee82ed]Race:[/color] Silver-Wolf Shifter
[color=ee82ed]Class:[/color]  Arcane Mystic
[color=ee82ed]Location:[/color]  Bar
[color=ee82ed]Interactions:[/color]  [@Funnyguy] Wendel (Miris)
Mentions: [@oso] Bastion, [@Tae] Meiyu, [@Potter] Arya [@princess] Phia,
[color=ee82ed]Equipment:[/color]
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🐾 Special Magic Item: A magically enchanted Haori garb of snow🐾white fabric made of a mix of various creature materials and what few rare magic crystals scrounged. It enables the haori’s internal temperature to be adjusted to keep the user at the optimal temperature within feasible degree and minor elemental resistance of the basic 4 elements imbued.
🐾Oruna tribal moon bracelet: a charm bracelet made in pairs, sharing a deep bond. Those of the tribe share them with a close friend, cherished family member, or lifemate who holds a fanged tooth, one for each of those most trusted and loved.
🐾Small pouch holding emergency dried meat and any fresh fruit picked
🐾Small pouch of freshwater
🐾Sewing kit 
🐾Small tool kit 
🐾A partially started personal journal
🐾A personal dear drawing hidden on his person[/hider] 
[color=ee82ed]Attire:[/color]
[color=ee82ed]Gold Balance:[/color] 22
[color=ee82ed]Injuries:[/color] 
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The wolf stood in place, slightly swaying, taking a moment to inspect his left shoulder. Blood now stained the white sleeve and shoulder section, the snowy-white fabric spattered in crimson, its iron taste particularly unpleasant on his tongue. The improvised staunching eased the bleeding down to a trickle.

  Giving the arm another testing roll, only to elicit a slight pained wince across his paling face, slicked with sweat. He found it too stiff to move, faint traces of magic licked at the nerves like stinging tendrils.* [b][color=ee82ed] Hrghng…tch. Will have to forego the arm for now.[/color][/b]* Menzai softly growled his accepted indignation. A testing flex of the numb fingers told he still had use of his hand to some degree. 


He spat the glob to the side with a winced huff, blinking away the light-headedness creeping into his mind as he turned his gaze to scan and assess the area. Taking in the slain assailants, relieved to see Arya unharmed, Bastion stood tall and ready, the frosty blade leaving its frozen target a crumpled, cleaved heap.


[color=silver]“It’ll do for now. This is the kind of situation it was forged for, after all.” [/color]

Wendel’s voice chimed in, drawing his attention to the dwarf, who appeared relatively fine except for a bruised ego and some bruises. A nod glancing at the weapon, grateful for its aid, but the man needed it more with five still remaining. Curious about its shape and size, what the dwarf had said, told the wolf that the weapon was not made for him. 

A thought to inquire into later, but the grouped assailants took priority. 

Shifting his posture into a more defensive one while turning his gaze to the grouped assailants, who now knew the threats, and as he thought to move to Arya’s side that they sprang into action, splitting up and charging at each of those that had fought with weapons drawn and ready, their targets gleaming wickedly off their deadly wraith blades. 

The wolf let out a surprised growl, his eyes quickly taking in the spreading assailants, agitation in his clenched teeth, seeing one make for Arya, another on Bastion, but the two barreling towards him, with a third likely going for Wendel, made any chance of helping either and doing so would leave the dwarf with three. 

An airy huff as he adjusted his body into an offensive pose with a faint lavender film humming over his deep-blue eyes, with slight crackles allowing him to see the layer of arcane magic around their bodies.* There! An arcane shield, possibly an enhancing buff as well.* Gritting his teeth as he read over what he scanned of them; last time they had been taken by surprise, allowing him to slip past their increased strength, but now these two were prepared and nearly upon him. 

*[b][color=ee82ed] Hmph, cheap tricks to hide their flimsy skills. A quick disruptive pulse should be enough.[/color][/b]* Forming a film of lavender arcane energy over his palms and fingers as he thought this,  then tilted his body forward, a wolf preparing to pounce. 

Just as the wolf was observing the two assailants and planning out how to slip past them, a painful throb struck the back of his head, and an invisible intense heat, like something had slammed against the back of his head. The explosive pain throbbed again and again, and following it came an unsettling sense of dread.*[b][color=ee82ed] Phia!?[/color][/b]* Her name rang in his pounding mind, sensing the half-elf to be in danger. 

His eyes snapped back into focus to find the two now before him, the left’s sword flying a thrust aimed at his waist to the left, just below the chest, while the right assailant swung downward at his right shoulder.  

Snarling at the loss of opportunity and his inability to get to Phia, the wolf forced out all thoughts but surviving. Too late to dodge, and their enhanced strengths would break through his weak defenses, prompting the wolf to adjust as he allowed the blades to make contact.  Biting through the immense pain, cracking like electric whips across his body as his hands shot out like hissing vipers, each grabbing the cold blades, where he sent a condensed arcane burst through their weapons the instant they made contact. 

Menzai wheezed through tightly gnashing teeth, blood trickled down his chin as his hands held the blades in place with a vicious vice grip, holding them in place only inches within the flesh, the sharp edges digging into the trembling palms. Eyes wide, taking in the blurry hooded attackers, their bodies momentarily stunned by the pulse disruptions. 

In this brief window, Menzai worked his mind into overdrive, etching out his plans while assessing his body, the blood loss now to the point it would hinder his movements.*[b][color=ee82ed] Can’t..move well..need to..the snaketress![/color][/b]* A flash of Meiyu’s more subtle, quick movements; her footwork, like a snake, small and silent, good for slipping through. 

The wolf inhaled as he shifted his feet closer, shifting from his usual wolf gait to mimic the snaketress, then jumped into action, not wanting to give the two any chance to recover, uncertain how long the shielding would be disrupted. 

Using their disrupted weakened state to force the blade digging into his right shoulder, up then pushed the blade hard to the right to shove and knock the right assailant off-balance. With his right arm still pulled back from the motion, he would quickly wind it up into a tight fight,s forming a layer of arcane lavender over the knuckles, and while keeping the momentum, swung the fist to punch the blade being pulled from the left waist, causing a metallic ring from it cracking and snapping. 

The broken tip still tightly clutched in the left hand, Menzai, through gritted teet,h huffed heavily, eyes frantic and wide like a hissing viper, crimson glints as he read his path, then kicked with his off-foot heel, lowering his body, dashing the short distance snaking his way under and around the assailaint’s right side, sliding like a white snake that sprung up with a rapid raising of the clutched blade. A twinged jolt of pain, feeling the shoulder try to resist, forcing Menzai to bite the cloth tip sticking from his shoulder where he tugged hard to lift his arm the last few inches for the proper angle needed,, and shanked it into the hooded’s neck.

His body briefly sagged against the choking assailant, who weakly tried grasping at the broken metal sinking into its shadowy gullet. Blood further pooled and stained his haori from the fresh wounds, shallow from the feel of them, though all the bleeding was making it harder to breathe, his vision and mind blurrier by the second. 

Then his ears caughted the muffled pained cry of Arya followed by a hint of tiefling blood that snapped the semi-concious wolf back to coherence while turning his head to catch a gleaming flash, alerting him once more of the second’s presence once more; instinct screaming for him to dodge and twisted his body pulling it back just as the blade swung at a right diagonal downard arc aimed to cleave through the shoulder down to the chest. The wolf narrowly avoided the cleaving gash, though his groggy body was a tad too slow, having his shoulder get a mild slash, the pointed tip scraping the flesh of his chest as it went whinging down to slam into the wooden floorboards. 

Menzai harshly bit back a deep groan through gnashing red-coated fangs, his right arm hanging limply at his side, useless now as well. Feeling his struggling body try to fall, and promptly clenched his right hand, letting the claws dig in using the pain to force his body awake.

* [b][color=ee82ed]C-Can’t fall yet…got to take this one out…no arms…tch..then..then I’ll just fight down to the last tooth![/color][/b]* Snarled Menzai defiantly with a slam of his right foot to stabilize his trembling balance. Ears flicking to the sword pulling free of the floorboard, having him turn his gaze to the lifting weapon, its holder still slightly off-balanced.

Sensing the perilous threat before him, the wolf no longer thought of fighting or hunting or saving; here in this desperate situation, survival overtook him and with it a feral ferocity snarled in his wide, bestial eyes, the crimson glints almost trashing within the shrinking pupils zeroing in on its attacker. 

Coiling and pulling his body inward and digging his heels into the floorboard, building up the pressure as crackling sparks of lavender hummed from his fangs, giving the wolf a glowing, bloody, toothy grin; a wicked snarl of delight hissed at the defenseless prey in staggering attempt to defend from the hungry predator eager to taste its inky flesh. 

Then, like a cobra, sprung upward leaping through the air on a dashing burst, his body a blur of snowy white in a misty spray of crimson rain left in his wake as the nauseating sound of ripping flesh followed with a harsh thump of his body landing hunched forward a few paces past the headless assailant left slumping down to its knees near its ally still gagging around the broken metal. 

Hunched forward with his head hanging low,  the hooded’s head clutched victoriously in his jaws where they continuously bit down on its covered cranium. A bone-chilling crunching rang from his fangs, crackling a mixture of pink and crimson that poured down onto its held trophy

On the wolf bit until with a sickening crunch, crushed the head in a popping burst of shadowy mist rushing around his face with a heavy, muffled guttural relishing growl rumbled in his swaying body now soaked in blood. The shredded hood was all that was left hanging loosely in his still clenched teeth.*[color=ed1c24] Hunted..hunted! Killed the prey! Delicious! More…m-[/color]* The dark voice rasped hungrily in his mind. 

Then, as the adrenaline that was the only thing keeping him on his feet began to ebb, came the waves of paint assaulting his heavily injured body. This jarred Menzai back to his senses to find himself bent over with the scraps of fabric, and with it, soon came understanding of what he had done. 

The cloth fell from his huffed mouth, disparaging at the vicious ferocity he just demonstrated. His chest ached with a deep shame at his own weakness to allow such animosity around this crowd, already stressed and terrified as they were. 

Menzai dreaded what they must think of him, but for now had no choice but to force such worries aside as his mind went to Arya and Phia.*[b] [color=ee82ed]The..they’re in danger. Is Arya bleeding?…Phia…what was that head pain…need to find her![/color][/b]* He thought with desperate worry in his frantic, dull eyes. 

Struggling to grasp what was happening around him, his vision all but blind from the blood loss, but caught sight of a familiar huge bronze outline.”[color=ee82ed] B-Bastion…P-Phia..bathroom..please...[/color]” The wolf attempted to call them out to the warforge, only to come out in wet gurgles from bits of blood still spilling out. 

Next thing he knew he was on the floor seemingly having blacked out and slipped on the pooling puddle of blood, the impact to his forehead like fireworks exploding in his deep fogged mind.” [color=ee82ed] N-No…not now. I- must…get to Ar- no..Ph..I can’t…just lie..here…[/color]” The wolf panted to himself, conflicted as he sought to keep fighting. 

 Through sheer stubborn refusal, the wolf kept himself conscious even as he could no longer feel his numb body, only the countless intense burning, painful sensations wracking his body. A growling whimper huffed as he rolled his face along the cool floorboard, spitting back the bits of blood as he fought to push himself up, only to slump back down in pitiful reluctance, completely exhausted. 

An infuriated growl rumbled in his chest, followed by repeated faint thumps of his forehead in multiple vain attempts to get up or crawl. Face contorted in despairing shame, fearing not passing out but of failing to know if Phia was safe, clenching his teeth in whimpering fury at his pathetic failure as her protector. 

Again, he strained to pull himself and fell; this time, he did not get back up.” [color=ee82ed]Forgive me…sweet Phia…[/color]” He softly whispered before his body slumped, and unconsciousness claimed the defiant wolf.

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