Aaron
*The night was silent as a towering figure stalked the streets, imposing horns piercing the night sky. The desolate cobblestones would appear to be bare, but if one looked near the entrance, they could see the trickling blood fill the crevices in the stones, soaking into the dirt below.*

*Oshikuru had recently been looking for more potential punching bags, to test out a brand new mutation he had received during his training. His potential was limitless; and his power would only increase to match it.*

*Soon, however, he would spot several guards of Silnari begin to rush towards a certain alleyway. His dark sight allowed him to see what looked like a cross between some kind of Qua and Canifor, with massive blades on his forearms and a dark carapace surrounding his body, though the outline of a canid head was clearly visible. A liquid would seem to drip from the serrated blades, and one could only assume that it would be blood, since there would be the dead body of a high elf laying on the floor. Arrogant bastards. Probably deserves it. Though, he doesn't know what, or who, this creature is.*

*A patrol guard would end up blocking the alleyway, 8 of them wielding halberds and clad in almain rivet, shining silver in the white moon. The deadly points would be aimed at whatever was inside, threatening it. If they had intended to save the elf however, they would already be too late.*

*Not that it would matter much anyway.*

*A massive spike would soon burst from a guard's face, the origin of the weapon from the back of the helmet, _piercing_ the metal and going straight through the elf's head. He doesn't even have time to scream as his functions cease.*

*As the guards looked behind them, they would end up seeing terrifying figure, with blood red armor, a horned skull adorning its head. From its fist, a massive spike, which was impaling the helmet of one of their comrades. A spiritual hand shoves it off, and the Oni brandishes his spikes, as the Silnari back.*
Christine
The elven guards may have expected the cornered beast to lunge at them any moment as they closed in, but they could have never expected one of their comrades' head to be crushed like a melon by another towering figure on their flank. 

Once more, that moment of hesitation as they had to process the unexpected occurred, causing the guards to falter, spreading between having to deal with the ravenous beastkin and an imposing demon. A moment Ashnard would make the most of as an ominous most of.

A ominous miasma danced alongside his feet, moving like a shadow under the pale moonlight. His blades hungered for more, and would find their next meal as he aimed for a precise cut against the leftmost guard's neck. Seething in crimson as they feasted, the aberrant weapons upon his arms would never seem to have enough. 

Meanwhile, the scorpion-like tail upon the beast's rear was a theatening weapon of its own, ready to deflect any potential halbers on his right as he arched his body left, or jab at another neck if the guards took one moment too late to recover from the initial shock. After all, there only seemed to be one way out of the current situation. 
The fun one.
Aaron
*Oshikuru would observe the strange creature as the obsidian black blades spilled blood, the elves's aesthetically pleasing armor doing little to protect their vulnerable throats. Such fools.*

*5 guards left now, as another guard finds the chimeric tail in his trachea, blood spurting out of his vital pathway.*

*Now 4, as the elves take time to recover from their shock, another helmet is now crumpled, and a head caved in with a furious hammer fist. A halberd was swung against his shoulder, but the demon didn't feel anything from the pathetic blow.*
Christine
Seemed like elves wee not as high and haughty as they thought when they fought against actually competent foes. The fear and hesitation was clear in their eyes, in every movement they made. What had begun as cornering a single beast had turned into getting themselves cornered instead, in a place where their eloquent armor and posture offered no sanction. 

 A halberd sluggishly swung over the dark beast's neck, though unfortunately for the guard, it was not fast *Enough*. Ashnard's free arm parried the blow, quickly pivoting past the weapon's pole to jab his blade right into his foe's right eye with enough force to pierce all the way through.

What little guards remained would break their formation and attempted a desperate retreat, even if there was nowhere the could run. Needless to say however, there would be no witnesses left to tell the tale.
Aaron
*Before all the guards can run, two of them are tripped by phantom legs. Both are grabbed by the neck high into the air, and are forced to face the massive Oni as they are suspended against their will. One of them is them thrown to the ground, and his face is smashed repeatedly into the ground and rough cobblestones, with enough force to dent the helmet and crack the paved roads. When he's done, the elf's face can't even be recognized, a bloody mess encased in a deformed helm.*

*The other elf would face a far worse fate, however. A massive hand wraps around his face, with a crimson outline seeming to phase through it. The hand contracts, and the guard can feel his helmet being crushed, his own protection now becoming his prison. He screams as the metal slowly crumples around him like a tin can, feeling the immense pressure pressing around his skull as his bones begin to fracture. His screams last only for about half a minute, as the temporal bone gives in to the crushing might of the demon, and his head is crushed like an apple.*

*Oshikuru would then look back towards the strange dog, to see how he would fight.*
Christine
With the towering Oni making easy work of two guards, only a single one remained that would attempt a desperate escape from the scene. As desperate as it was pointless, really. Weighed down by an opulent armor, he would be no match for an apex predator beastkin in a chase that lasted less than a second. 

The elf would soon figure it was easy to run with ruptures tendons when Ashnard lunged at him with bloodthirsty fervor, blades aiming for the forearm, between the crevices of the guard's armor. The jagged edges seethed with blackened flames as they slashed away, the wounds they inflicted charred and deep. Already, the guard's fate had been sealed- he would bleed out before covering any meaningful distance, more so the more he struggled.

But the beast was far from done. As the elf staggered and screamed in pain, Ashnard grappled him from the small of his back, slamming his face into a nearby brick wall. That was certain to silence any more screams, as he turned the elf over to see his once flawless features now distorted in by dirt and blood. *"Not so high and haughty now, are we?"* The demonic jackal mocked, a murderous grin flickering on his muzzle. 

*"Go to hell, mutt,"* The guard coughed up blood back at him in defiance, aware there was no getting out of this alive. But Ashnard's grin only widened at the retort. *"Oh, I shall join you there alright... Once I've burned all you stood for to the ground. Be glad you won't be alive to see your lords, your comrades and your loved ones bloodied and broken beneath my feet." A sadistic chuckle resonated from the beast's maw as his metal jaw unhinged, saw-like fangs converging with razor-sharp canines around the guard's defenseless neck. Tearing into flesh, they ripped out his carotid before spitting it out in disgust, his muzzle oozing with fresh blood by the time he let the ravaged carcass down. "Just so whatever devils lurk beyond know who sent you."
Aaron
*The beastkin seemed to possess talent of his own, eldritch flames bursting from claws. Not quite the exact image of a skilled fighter, but he could certainly fight well. His style was savage, pure animalistic ferocity. As was to be expected from a Itchsu.*

*The demon would simply enjoy the show as the elf is mutilated before his eyes, the dark flames scorching deep into already horrible wounds caused by serrated edges, and would nod in approval as the Silnari's throat was ripped out. Fighting wasn't all about grace. Grace couldn't stand to brutish force applied properly.*

*As the creature finished his conversation with the elf and ends his life, the Oni would clap in applause.*

"Now *That* Was a good fight. If you can even call it that. For you, more like a hunt. Good speech. Really brings out the darkness."

*He would stop clapping, and cross his arms in a relaxed fashion.*

"So, what's up with you?"
Christine
The aberrant beast did not seem to turn right away, instead surveying the pile of corpses around him, sniffing deep of the spilled blood and scorcher flesh that permeated the air around him. He looked nothing short of unhinged as he burst into a deep chuckle, blood still dripping off his drenched muzzle. 

"A feast for carrion, right in the heart of the Silnari empire. That should give them a good message..." The beast murmured, finally retracting the twisted arm blades and wiping the blood off his muzzle. "Funny, is it not? How quickly their haughty pride melts away to expose the cowardice beneath."

Finally, he turned to face the Oni that assisted him, yet unsure on whether he was friend or foe. Not that it mattered- as long as they fought a common enemy, it was good enough. Up-close, the beast's twisted form flickered with a sinister glare under the pale moonlight. 

Between crude horns, a malformed carapace of blood and steel that covered him from head to ankles and spikes of no distinct pattern sprouting from all over his body, he barely resembled anything close to a canifor. Yet, a flash of recognition shimmered in his single functional eye, serpentine slit narrowing at the sight of the demon. "You... I remember you. Suppose I should be grateful for your assistance, yet you did not seem to savour killing them any less than I did, hm?"