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Alessia stared into Goldtooth's eyes as the color was eaten by the void that formed in them. A deep darkness took shape, covering every bit of his eyes, intriguing the barbarian even further. There was something quite different about this man, something that Alessia needed to test. Maybe he would give her the fight she was looking for, filling his ceaseless drive for battle. Her blood boiled within, turning her mind into an endless barrage of violence, notions of a real fight taking over. The manticore had did nothing to calm her and was a hunt that she knew would not fulfill her but this man could. He could bring about a moment of peace through his defeat, regardless if that meant the loss of his life. Before she could speak up, three others had entered the fight, harming and seeming to immobilize Goldtooth. This would not do as she needed to fight him on her own, these people knew nothing about fighting a real battle. 

[color=f26522]"LEAVE HIM TO ME!" [/color]Alessia roared, throwing her head back, her pupils slowing disappearing to a sea of red. There was an aura about her that slowly seeped into the surroundings, giving anyone pause that would think to deft her. 

Alessia brought her gaze back to the knight, her mouth agape in a devilish smile, dropping her axe to the snow below. Her muscles expanded, rippling the skin around them like a rock skipping on a pond. A crackling sound echoed outward, stone taking shape upon her skin, calcifying till her whole body looked as though she had been petrified. 

[color=f26522]"Since you're hurt, let's even the odds. I only got three words for you. RIP AND TEAR!"[/color]

Before Goldtooth could react to her words, she had already lunged at the man, over 400 pounds of pure muscle barreling at a person not even her size. Reaching out, she managed push through whatever offense that Goldtooth attempted to mount, brute forcing her way to take the advantage. Gripping Goldtooth's head, her massive hands engulfed the head of the man, lifting him into the air, legs dangling like a parent holding an infant. Her right arm was raised into the air, extending backward as if reaching the mountains in the distance. A punch loaded like a ballista, she unleashed her fist upon Goldtooth, a massive uppercut aimed at the chest. The sheer force causing her to release the knight, sending his body backward, snow exploding into the air like as if an explosion went off.