Day 1 Evening

[Victor Wolfe]

The assassin looked in the direction his enemy had fled, slight drops of blood giving him satisfaction a sadistic smile growing across his face, he almost set off to chase him down but decided against it, he did not want to lose his bearings and run into anyone stronger. Besides something else needed to be taken care off. His stomach rumbled loudly almost in response to the girls. Snapping out of the blood lust the assassin laughed until it hurt to laugh. “Well looks like we have the same idea in mind"

Victor looked at the new girl, she was pretty with her good figure and long red hair and did not seem to harbour any malcontent towards either of them, almost too innocent for this kind of game, what a cruel deity the smiling one was. However when her help was needed she did a great job at hurting the knife ear. Victor smiled warmly at her "Good work with that skirmish, it was hilarious and satisfying to see someone like him get some justice carved into him"

Staring hungrily at the goat for a moment Victor almost drooled at the thought, he had not eaten since before the temple. "I can try and make us a fire, although we should keep it small, don't want to attract too much attention. I will collect the fire wood. You two can discuss plans, the future, New Babylon, whatever you want but try and have the goat ready for when I get back." Victor nodded to the ninja and redheaded girl, before walking towards another dead tree a good bit away from the others.

Looking under his shirt the assassin winced at the bruise, he now had confirmation that his healing rate was back to that of an average person. The assassin panicked at first before giggling madly "Well guess I will use the wounds I collect as, motivation! I will push myself to the limits of my body and every scar and bruise will push me, for everyone I get I want to inflict ten times worse to the ones that gave it!" Victor started up the hat with a flex of his fingers, the blade spinning menacingly. "Let’s just hope the opponents hear are actually worth killing, and the artefacts worth gathering. This event is shaping up to be extremely, thrilling!" Victor stated in sadistic glee.

Putting the hat to the tree the surprisingly sharp and durable blade sliced through the wood like his knives through flesh. He cut the wood into small pieces imagining that the larger ones were his many potential victims. The talking dog, the mouse, the child robot and last but not least Jak Mar. As he thought of his rival Victor noticed that with each swing the bruise on his chest was being stretched and thus stung. The minor annoyance built up until the assassin snapped, swinging wildly at the Jak Mar block of wood until it was almost all saw wood. Coughing and wiping himself of Victor regained his composure. Picking up the logs of wood he joyfully made his way back to the camp to prepare a fire where they could cook their food, converse and plan the winning of the little game.