Red Sand Bandits

Feitan’s new eyes filled themselves with the image of the chief and he was ready to attack rip them open, and get things ready to end this little battle. The chief couldn’t hide his fear being that Feitan stood at nine meters tall now his body made to match those proportions. He had never seen a beast so large they simply couldn’t exist in this desert. Still that didn’t matter much to Feitan as he didn’t really exist in this desert. He wouldn’t be here long enough for his possibly of existence to matter or not, and so he would simply go about the rest of his life far away from this sickening desert. Still that was a matter for another time and place not right now.
 
He lunged for the chief of the red sand with frightful speed, the chief went to inhale air so he could try and make something happen with his sound magic, but Feitan was simply far too fast for that to be effective and he slammed his entire body into the little man sending him flying into a building. The force of the blow and the impact of the initial tackle was enough to break bones, collapse lungs, and render the chief incapable of producing a sound using his lungs and vocal attributes. He coughed up blood as he hit the building and slowly sank to the sand beneath his body he couldn’t imagine feeling a pain greater than this, and he knew then that he would indeed die here in this village he had brought up to be immensely powerful.
 
OOC:
HP- 75%
MP-65%
Demon Wolf Fenrir Duration 3/6
Thunder Palm CD 3/3
Mao son of the Overlord CD 3/7
Flute’s first ability 5/5

Lineage Ability CD 3/4

Feitan suddenly crossed the village’s sandy center and dragged his giant hands and claws across the chief’s chest. He leaned in and snarled right in front of the chief’s face in a coarse growl that would send shivers up anyone’s spin. The chief tried to then lash out at him with a weapon, but Feitan was simply the faster and he caught the arm in his jaws snapping them down hard enough to sever the arm entirely, and that he did indeed do. Now, that all of it was done, he chuckled darkly in a voice that really wasn’t meant to come from his throat being that he was more lupine than anything else, but still he did indeed make the laugh and it was dark.

Now that he could take the time to end the life then he would enjoy himself. He slowly dragged another of his great claws down through the chief’s chest carving very intricate marks on him, but he wasn’t satisfied with that alone. Instead he flipped the chief onto his back and began to drag his claw through the man’s back in a very distinct shape and after several long minutes of work he stood back admiring his work. With an approval nod he walked away before he grabbed the standard slashing through the symbol before taking it in his mouth and running to the Blue Sky clan’s village as fast as he could manage it. Behind him in the sand of the village was the chief of the Red Sand Bandits with the emblem of Laughing Coffin carved into his back.

It took him only minutes before he arrived at the Blue Sky clan’s village dropping off the blood soaked standard in the center of the village howling so he was sure to wake everyone before he rushed off to head back to his home where he and his madness could be safe from those who would harm him.