Even a bullet to the eye, a near fatal expierence couldn't sherk Rois from his duties. IT was one of the few things that remianed of his old title, that he, on some bizarre level, enjoyed. Up and dressed before anyone else, giving him little more than a few hours of sleep. The process, of doning his armor would take even longer this morning. Seeing as he was one eye short, to see everything with. Once all of it was set, and positioned comfortably. He was out the front door.
His destination was the Underworld, the one place in all of Rhy'din, where vampires and Lycan alike shared an uneasy truce. Not essentially in Rhy'din itself, but under its surface. Some 50 ft below it to be exact. A massive cavern, and a massive market. Low-lit, and well hidden away from the sun. The occasional sound of bats, heard flying over head, as the screech on by, deeper into the cave. It was riddled, with sound, voices haggling over prices. The moans, of a woman, being taken by a man who most likely paid for her. As well, as the occasional, whore trying to sell herself to you. It was dusty, who else would one go about getting rid of all the dirt, so no, everyone who ventured in here grew fastly accustomed to it. The smell, of the place was almost enough to over power any senses.
But for all, its trash, filth, harlets, cutthroats, and yes even pickpockets. There was almost litterally no better place to find information. That had been his reason for coming here, to get any information on the select group of vampire that Rhy'din seemed to be infested with. Around, a corner"He stopped, he had to admire this one.
She was the first that he had seen in a while, that appeared to even be worth the money. Dark brown hair, tempting light blue eyes, and as any man would describe it, curves in all the right places. Oh yes, he was distracted indeed"But that was the glamour of it all, draw in the inexperienced ones, try to get them to take the bait, then take every bit of what they had. Rois, new the tricks out here. This must have been his fifty-fourth time coming to the Underworld. As much as it pained him though, he had more pressing matters. Of course when this was all said and done, and everything was taken care of?He might just have to pay a visit to that little piece of eye candy.
Finding his contact was easy enough for him, they had always used the same meeting place for the last one and half months.
"So Reese, have you gathered the information I asked for?" Putting it bluntly, they always made there conversations quick. Of course, Reese never spoke at these meeting, he feared more for his life, having to come outside of his shelter. So as he had done at every meeting before. His bone, hand extended, holding only a piece of parchment. Rois took it""Thank you Reese, you have never let me down before."
With his objective now complete, Rois headed back over to the where he had spied the woman"Gone. She was gone, probably bought by some other. A shrug of his shoulders and he continued.
One of the few places that held any possible position in the hierarchy that was the Underwold's massive market was the Lycan district. Here it was possible to find all types of weapons, and armor for yourself. There was also a few illegal seller always open, Selling the exceptionally lethal stuff. UV bullets, armor piercing rounds, and 'splatter" points, of which Rois had dubbed the hollow point rounds. Though he wasn't here to shop today, no, the Lycan district also hosted its own arena. This was much different from the one above ground, here you could and possibly did die. A yield here was a rare, and unhonorable thing to do.
Making his way on over there, he could hear the sounds of shouts, yells, screams, and yes even the howls of the other males, as they watched or were participating in the fight. Usually, he watched, but he had some pent up frustration he had to work out. So he signed on as the next combatant.
Armor, and weapons other then your claws were strictly prohibited. These were tests of strength, and endurance. The first dead, or unconscious lost. Then again there was a rarity, a yield. It was considered dishonourable to do so, here, and at which you opponent then decided your fate.
Rois entered the small room, made out of old stones. They were slicken wet, with what he figured was a mixture of water and blood. It was an attempt to over whelm, the senses force a change. Hearing it effect the other across the arena in his chamber. He crouched, and stretching his legs. It would require more then just brute strength to overcome his opponent this time. But he was prepared, for anything, and if all else failed he would make the transformation.
The gates fell into the down, and hit the ground. Both, Rois and his opponent were darting across to each other . His opponent, went for a head swipe. And Rois ducked low, turning it into a roll. Coming out of it spinning around, one hand planted firmly in the ground, and his legs arching out as they followed him to a stop. Creating a half in the ground"And like that, Rois was charging his opponent again.
The Wolf barely had enough time to turn around, before seeing Rois, close line her. Her head, was the first thing to hit the ground, and hit it hard it did. A loud crunch, as her skull went partially into the ground. It had her dazed, And before she knew it. Rois was upon, her. Landing blow after blow into her face. When she finally regained control of his body. His fist came up and met Rois" head.
Well, the punch was a success, and knocked Rois a good 10 feet away from his target. Putting his arms in front of him, pushing up. Now on his knees, and hands. Shaking his head slightly, getting some since back into it. Then he was back to his feet, after a bit of a stagger. Looking over, his opponent had managed to get to his feet. And he was already moving in. So Rois reacted, turning and grappling with the Werewolf. His hands met the claws of his opponent.
This one was strong, and it was easy enough to tell. Rios would have to overpower him quickly, if he wanted to win this Grapple. So he quickly, jerked in, and bent his hands forward. Bending the Lycan's back simultaneously.
The young werewolf was confused as to what was going on. This was the first time she was being challenged.
Rois followed through with his momentum, and hefted his opponent into the air. Leaning back just a bit, trying to keep his balance, The he twisted around, and brought the head of his opponent crashing down into the solid stone of the arena. It wasn't enough to kill, him, just to knock him around a little.
Rois, pulled him to lay forward a bit. Then sat on his back, his feet placed firmly, on the ground next to his head. His hand gripped the wolf head, below the chin and on top of the head. It was hard, this kid was tough. Starting to yell, getting his adernaline pumping. It must have taken him a good, amount of his strength and finally he was able to jerk sharply in the left. In no small part to his opponents own futile attempts at survival. Hearing the bones of the wolf neck snap, and shatter.
Letting go, damn near exhausted. He raised to his feet. And finally realized that that punch was good enough to make him bleed. Blood was at the corner of his mouth, and now his head was staring to pang in the area where the hit connected.
Once out of the arena, he recovered his equipment, and put it back on. Then headed on up for the surface, no more reason to stay here.
Back in the arena, as they were removing the dead Lycans, body. Discarding it in a pile of other dead people. It reverted to its human form?The lovely woman Rois had spotted on the street corner.