You're weak. . . Because you blind yourself to ego.

[18:42] Having ran a few laps around the island, the imagery on the whereabouts of the vampiric kind had grown clearer over the following weeks. Concluding the location to be dawn, as of late.

Much of huangs opposition had been occurring in the fields beside Craftshold, seemed only just!

In that, the rumors of huang assaulting the watch-tower a couple months back were subtly suggesting. . . Something was aloof. Nevertheless, without stumbling across much danger he'd drag himself back to the south and spend some moments watching the on-going spars from the sidelines.
(Seshu)
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18:48] Lassic Wodring asks, "Anyone else?"

[18:48] Seshu says, "Mhm"

[18:48] Lassic Wodring says, "I think you're going to slaughter me but so be it."

[18:48] Seshu says, "Should think otherwise, is not good for combat health."

[18:51] Lassic Wodring says, "Yea, what I thought."

[18:51] Seshu says, "Good-fight. . . "

[18:51] Lassic Wodring says, "Yeah, Good fight."

[18:51] Mital Vindict says, "We."

[18:51] Mital Vindict says, "Will be fighting."

[18:56] Watching as the shortly ago crowned chieftain would step up as the next to do battle with the wolf.

His gaze followed the youth, ever so close. Raising his free hand to tap against his chest in a clenched fist. "For you. . . Will give, everything." He'd state, this time, slamming a fist against his chest.

Moments later, the silence had been filled by the churning gears of his pantheon. Tail elongating, claws and fangs following in suit. A cross-breed between bloods as the panthers embrace overcame his visage. Twisting the wolf into what he'd be concealed beneath now.

Luckily, his mediating aura came with it, a few extra inches. Matching Mital in height, briefly.

"As one with panthers blood, you. Will likely come to cross, as you may have. The vampiric-kind. . . Wonder if one has been gifted the blessing of Ixchel. If one can. . . /See/ as I've grown to."

Whilst speaking his sky-hues illuminated. "To encounter a beast more fearsome than us, even we hunters. Evolve." However to what his words meant exactly.

Were still left vague, taken to his stance, the art of ninjutsu was nothing short of lethal when used in his hands.
(Seshu)
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[19:02] -- Oh, this again.

Really, it wasn't something he used all too often. Especially when not fighting against those who Ixchel deemed undesirable. But, if this is how Seshu wanted to fight - then so be it.

Crouching ever so slightly, the young Chieftain's body would start to shift. Just as Seshu's did. Claws and fangs growing, dark markings appearing over his body as he drew on Ixchel's blessing more and more.

In reality, it probably wasn't a nice thing to see happen. It was kind of gross, actually.

"Yes, but I don't believe in old tales."

It's clear that the young Chieftain knew what Seshu was referring to. But, it wasn't something he had ever seen with his own two eyes. It was hard to believe, really. Nonetheless, though; his stance would be taken. Readying himself for the fight ahead.
(Mital Vindict)
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[19:11] Nelida continues to observe the spars. A much more interesting thing followed the first one, faith in spirits that granted power. The monstrous transformation of those before her was less of a disgusting thing and more of a curiosity. When they start fighting, they do so with such movements that are nigh incomprehensibly fast for the learning dryad.

There wasn't much to learn here for her. Just a spectacle of two individuals with monstrous physical capabilities. It made her eager to observe all the same.
(Nelida)
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[19:14] Thick threw his veins it spread like wings, propelling his body further and further. Speeds uplifting to match even the fastest beast that raced across Agartha.

However brief in those lapses, he'd take full advantage of when prowling against another Ixchel blessed. Scattered like leaves to the wind, smoke-bombs filled the area. Covering in hindsight, the cross-breed hunter that leapt out. Clashing with the warrior, only gaining the advantage by mere moments.

Eclipsed by experience, still.

His gaze followed heavily on the methods Mital introduced to him. Feeling a stronger presence of the panthers prowess from within the Chieftian, than his own.

Taken form beyond mere markings. Energy entangled with his own, this much was an experience he felt livid to go on further with.

Pressing the Nagual back as he crafted moments where blades only met for seconds, only for the two to depart. The wolf mainly ran across the field in full-force.

After-images left in his wake before finally he'd find himself the victor. Pressing into the youths chest with a single open palm. Made when an illusive set of kunai's were casted with tags drenched in the wolfs blood.

Enough force was put in to send him a few meters back and simply at a loss should he try to move further.

"Is strong. . . However, the vampires I've fought; are stronger. Even than I." Words he spoke, begrudgingly. Having only the worst luck running into imposing forces among cain's cursed.

"Should begin training to handle said creatures, Mital."
(Seshu)
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[19:20] Once it was all said and done, the young Chieftain would be pushed back - unable to carry on. It was his loss, well this time at least.

Still being a bit young, it would take some time for him to grow into his own strengths. Getting a handle on his blessing, and all that good stuff that came with it. Huffing out, Mital would reach up to wipe the sweat from his brow. Those markings finally fading away into nothing, his body slowly returning to what it once was.

"Right.."

An obviously ticked off response, but a response nonetheless.

"- Give it a bit. I just need to try practicing a few more things, then I'll have it down."

Slowly shaking his head, another huff would escape past him. The newly appointed Chieftains just kept on losing. While, it didn't mean too much. Since it was spars and all that. It still hurt, nonetheless.

It made them look bad, it made them look weak.
And that's something he just couldn't stand for.
(Mital Vindict)
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