Barrow Fields I only act like I don’t care

Rolled a 26 out of 50

Itching for a fight, Vengeance desired to get better. Stronger. He could only do that by fighting, fighting everyone and anything he could come across right now. The desire to kill had subsided for a while, he wanted to test others and see how far he can push himself and them in the art of war. To tire one another out in a bloodied dance to test how far their bodies could go.

He followed the scent of a stranger along the coast. Someone other than a Rusalkan was near by, close enough for him to tag behind him until the distance closed... He was only a couple meters away now, ruby eyes eying the stranger with bloodlust. The scars upon the stranger indicated he was a battle withered warrior, he was perfect. Whether the other was ready or not, Vengeance was on his way. Maw ajar, fangs thirsty for the sweet nectar he held within that sack of flesh he called a body. He demanded the peaceful stranger to fight him. There was no asking, no words necessary. Fight, or die.