Aaron
"Indeed. They act as if they could rule the world. They can't even throw a proper punch, using weapons."

*The demon walked over to one of the fallen elves, and crushed his head under his foot, blood splattering all over the floor.*

"Inside, they're no different than sacks of meat. Magical sacks of meat."

*Oshikuru would sniff the air, taking in the metallic smell of spilled blood, and the charred smell of burning flesh.*

"Mmm, midnight blood. And why does searing elven flesh smell like steak?"

*Now that he could get a closer look, he could study the Beastkin. He seemed like an entire mix of things, a Chimera: Oni horns, the steel carapace that looked like it belonged to a Qua, massive blades all over his body, and a single eye that looked like a reptilian... Wait, massive claws, edgy, sort of furry and black...*

"...I believe I do as well. Punching bags are always good to have, even if they only last for one punch. That's why we have several."

*He would gesture to the strewn bodies in the street.*

"So what exactly *Are* You?"
Christine
"Pompous fools like these are unworthy of a warrior's death. I would make sure they suffer until they *Begged* For death, if I could spare the time to do so."

He spat a pint of lingering blood in his maw, wiping it away from his feet on the dirt beneath. Though his own visage was arguably as gruesome as they pile of corpses beneath, his steps were light and calculated, like a predator's. "Nobody's more than a miserable pile of meat and bones to be eventually severed. Some embrace that fate sooner. Others do the severing."

The beast showed no hints of fear at the imposing armored Oni before him, even after watching him effortlessly crush all his foes with his bare hands. A risky move perhaps, as his blades would not carve into the demon as easily as they did to nameless fodder. Then again, he possessed the reflexes if he found himself on the receiving end of aggression, and relied on that if the demon's bloodlust had not been sated for now.

"I believe you already know the answer to what I am. A monster, no different from yourself or anyone in this world. I merely happen to *Look* The part... And embrace it. The elves thought they could control me when they trifled with sorcery they did not yet comprehend. A mistake every last one of them will pay with their lives before I'm done here."
Aaron
*The demon nodded, and spread his arms to gesture to the carnage around the two.*

"This is only an appetizer. Feasts are still yet to come. Unless you actually want to eat these guys. The burned parts do smell like steak."

"Monster. That's an interesting take. Magic can certainly alter bodies."

*He would extend his knuckle spike briefly.*

"So you have beef with the elves. Personal reasons."
Christine
"For how refined they make themselves to be, Silnari flesh doesn't even taste that good. And I have a *Very* Tolerant sense of taste."

The dark beast retorted before crouching down between the corpses, pilfering the pocket of their armors one by one. With a few attempts, he finally came across his prize; a set of keys alongside a parchment, wrapped and sealed with the Silnarian crest. 

"Finders keepers," He mumbled with a shrug, cutting the wax seal with a swipe of his index claw. His gaze widened as he unwrapped the parchment, carefully regarding its contents before placing it under his cloak with a low smirk on his lips.

"I was never fond of pretentious elves. Though a poor strike against them had cost me my freedom and turned me into... This, I suppose I should still be grateful in part. They made me into the monster I always was. And now it is more satisfying than ever to watch bleed and suffer as they feed my blades. They deserve no less."
Aaron
"Really? Must be all that magic in their blood. Mages."

*Oshikuru would have spat onto one of the bodies, but his helmet prevented it from doing so.*

"What's that? A letter?"

*Normally, he would have simply left to go look for other elves to beat up, but this chimera intrigued him. Seeing him fight was certainly entertaining, as one watches a wolves hunt deer.*

"Ah, yes. I remember my first interactions with the high elves. They shot me. Though probably nothing compared to that. Least it looks intimidating."
Christine
"More prisoners have been sent to Mistmoore, according to this letter. These power-hungry fools intend to use more of my kin as lab rats for their magic experiments."

The dark beast growled, gritting his teeth in disdain over this new information. He could not allow any more beastkin to suffer through the fate he did, much less allow the elves to get away with it any longer. No- Mistmoore keep, if not the entirety of Silnaria deserved to *Burn* For this.

Blackened flames danced on his wrists, clenching alongside his fists as the twisted jackal grinned with renewed fervor. "What doesn't kill you... Only makes you stronger. Soon, the Revenant of their past mistakes will come back to haunt them."

His gaze fixed entirely on the Oni now, the piercing scarlet of his left eye flickering with murderous intent. "This is only the beginning. Tell me, warrior. Why break mere skulls when you can break and *Empire?"*