don't you ever wonder how we survive? (aka killing things because why the heck not)

"Here.... Use this.." Zane says behind the girl in his usual soft voice, while handing her a small hand-towel from within his jacket. Zane's wearing his typical, all-black outfit, consisting of a zip-up hoodie, jeans, and tennis shoes. Only his body from the waist up is visible, the other half is melded into a shadow on the side of a tree. After handing her the towel, he melts back into the shadow, reappearing about 20 feet away, with his Stygian Iron 3 1/2 foot long blade in his right hand. He Jumps out of the shadow, landing on top of wolf-like monster, driving his sword between its shoulder blades. From the moment is blade touches the monster, a pitch black mist seeps out of the wound and working its way around and in the sword. After completely absorbing the monster's essence, leaving only a pile of dust behind, Zane stands back up and fluidly places his sword back into its sheath on his back, with the handle visible behind his right shoulder.

Brastus had watched the whole thing and begun to give her an applause. She was good, he had to admit. Maybe a possible combat partner and rival, but that was still to be seen though. He had his usual Armani leather jacket on and a burgundy t-shirt that said in big bold black letter KILL IT AGAIN emblazen on the front of his shirt. He had his usual smirk of satisfaction on and yet, he couldn't help but praise the girl that had just slayed the beast. He wouldn't admit it, but he ad to confess that there were only a few guys that did impress him though, including, with sure hatred, his half-sister Chiara, whom he detested more than his father.

This girl though, seemed like a professional killer. She had not shown weakness during battle and had proven to be an effective swordswoman. His jacket had gone some modifications, courtesy of his Friend Michael who made his jacket turn into a trench coat by extending the length to his sides and added buttons instead of a zipper. He was wearing dark cargo trousers that had a large hunter's knife strapped to his thigh, his necklace, a pair of boots and a small single drachma which he flipped through the air as he walked up to the girl that defeated the beast.

"Congratulations kiddo. Ya sure proved to be an effective maiden of the sword. I wonder, are you equally good with the lance and with the axe though? As a master in all forms of weaponry, I often judge others for their skills with weapons, and you have certainly caught my attention. As they say in spanish, enhorabuena ( extremely great in spanish) performance dear." Said Brastus who put the coin on his coat's pocket and clapped his hands for half a minute.

Brastus heard a large massive beast approach him with husking tusks and large red eyes. It was massive and furred. He, being the show off he was, flexed his index finger and made the infuriated beast run after him even more. Brastus quickly snatched his hunting knife and prepared it. The behemoth now made itself known and was much larger than an elephant. The beast saw Brastus and attempted to smash the guy in black via stomping him. Big mistake. Brastus used his knife and buried it inside the paw of the monster after it attempted to pulverize him. He also summoned his spear and threw it directly at the left eye of the beast. The monster however would not give up and it now tried to skewer Brastus with one of it's tusks. After barely managing to evade the sharp weapon, Brastus grabbed on to the tusk and begun to climb on top of the hairy beast. The monster was ferocious and tried to shake him off, but to no avail.

After climbing the top of the beast, Brastus walked down the eye of the creature and forcefully extracted the spear, and by extension the eye of such monster, with one tug of his weapon. The beast, now blinded by one eye, desperately decided to run away, but not before Brastus managed to climb on top of the damaged beast and strike it with his massive sword on top of its head five times. With a simple thud, the giant monster fell to the floor defeated, bloody and dead.

"Nice kill huh. Even got myself a souvenir see!" Said Brastus who had the large eye still attached to the tip of his spear. However, he paid attention to his watch and decided to leave the place since he had to go meet his cabin up for a sword practicing session, so he nodded his head and left the place.

OOC: Em, Brastus, stick to the rules. You're posting at like, seven different topics with your character. Only three are allowed. Can you please make him leave a few?