Haunted Wood tree top, my bra

Offering a quick nod in response to it being a good spar, the wounds he gathered today were nothing new. The bleeding would stop, scab over and add tot he growing collection of scars that riddled his undercoat eventually. It was becoming the norm for him to constantly have wounds healing over, especially since creating this pack of mercenaries - something that he still relished in. The fights, the power struggles, it was still all so magnificent to the Warlord to be a part of and watch. Yes. He would never deny a fight to anyone who sought it out, it made them both grow after all as warriors. 

With that said and done, Vengeance began to stalk away, back into the darkness of the forest and disappearing into the mist.