Zone D -- The Foam

[Dust]

Dust's hand lifted out of the water once more, nails elongated, darker than black, and they crash into the wood digging deep lines into the beautiful wood before catching firmly into the softer stuff; with it a wave of water that splashed across the deck before slipping through the cracks and clatter against the rocky waves of the ocean below them. With his good arm, one handed push ups were nothing and he lifted his bulk half way before Dust's 'bad' arm shot up and grabbed the hand rails. The perfectly placed bandages that were done by Tamsin had all but been washed away by the swim here, Vic's acute sense for the smell of blood would be triggered as thin streaks of the human's blood trails across his highly toned muscles as salt water falls from his smooth skin. He pulled his soaking body up to the top of the railing, the bag looking so sad on his back, and his dark locks were drenched and dangled in his face. When his head tilted up the gray eyes caught the creature with a fierce and determined look. It felt exactly like looking into the eyes of a wolf looking for a fight before he died.

Vic's eyes almost mirrored them.

The sea water continued to agitate the wounds the ice fairy had left him, quarter inch holes all along his left side, open to the elements, soft outer edges from being submerged in water, pale pink centers, but the smell of blood was still fresh. His fight had happened mere hours ago and the wounds hadn't had time at all to heal.

He climbed over the railing when half of his body was over the top, he twisted like a gymnast so that he could land on his feet and face his foe. Standing there before the creature, it was almost looking at a mirror. The wolf inside him clawed at his chest and begged to be let out, whatever coming to the omniverse did to him, however, wouldn't give the lycanthrope inside satisfaction. This.. This was what had called out to him from the center of the city. This is the thing that beckoned him so far. A hunger curled Dust's lips into a grin and squeezed a chuckle out of his throat. "Don't disappoint me."


Dust shrugged off his bag, the wet thing dropped like a body off his shoulder, but Wolf caught it in his hand and then shoved his clawed fingers into the unopened pocket and ripped it open catching a pill in his hand, then popped it like he had a headache. Then he tossed the wet and bloated bag, with it the only prize he had, onto the wooden floor. It doesn't even bounce, it just crumples lifelessly.

"Let's fucking do this."

Dust used Pup's Claw;
Dust takes Soldier's Pills: Gives +1 in Every stat for one fight.
ATK: 4 + 1 (5)
DEF: 2 + 1 (3)
SPD: 2+ 1 (3)
TEC: 2+ 1 (3)
Dust Challenges THE FUCK out of Vic Hendy.