Ryu licked his lips at the sight of the blood welling up. He loved the smell of blood. That thick metallic scent that clung to your nose and left a taste of iron in your mouth. It was always something that set his blood on fire. He stepped back to let Cui have her go. Twirling his blade as he watched with a cold amused glint sparking his visible gaze. He watched her taunting him. Watched her double him with a kick to the gut. Saw the blood and resistance in his gaze. Oh yah this was definitely fun. Sooo much fun.<br/><br/>He slinked back towards the man. Seeing the defiance in his gaze. Seeing that look of disgust at his being a street rat. Gutter trash in the man’s eyes. Well the garbage doesn’t burn it sets the world into a blaze and relishes in the way the blood of those who have never raised a hand flows over his. Ryu is one sick twisted man and he enjoys and relishes the thought of pain and dishing it out on others. He hated how this trash before him thought he was better because he’d been raised rich and privileged. Truth was it was Ryu who was better, Ryu who was stronger. Ryu knew how to survive all this trash knew was how to order others to do it for him. Dark anger mixed with his blood lust. Keep being defying trash Ryu wants your blood...<br/><br/>He laughed at the man’s stupid words, true to form Ryu didn’t answer or respond to his idiocy. He didn’t want the Empresses ‘mercy’ or her ‘care’ she just thought he was dirt and he would have to actually care about her to give two shits what she thought anyways. He merely laughed at his boss’s response. His taunt was music to Ryu’s ears and he grinned savagely.<br/><br/>Advancing on the man again to continue with the torture he threw a punch across the man’s jaw, hard enough to hurt like hell, but not hard enough to loosen teeth. With the blade in his hand the metal would bite and leave a little gash on his cheek. He did this again. And again just for fun and good measure. He didn’t bother with words. It was time to bleed the pig. Time to make him feel Ryu’s bite. His mood dark he laughed as he worked.<br/><br/>Blood was delicious and there was so much now it was sending Ryu into a frenzy. He laughed like he was crazy or deranged which was a very terrifying thing as he twirled the blades down the man’s arm. Cutting again and again causing more superficial wounds. His blood burning with bloodlust and need Ryu drew back. He was breathing heavy and his eyes were on fire. He looked like a deranged criminal out out for the blood of anyone around him. Afraid that he would yield to his need to bleed out the man completely he drew back. Twirling the blades in his hands. His eyes dangerous.<br/><br/>He licked his lips again, not that this was visible since he wore the red mask to cover his features. His laughter had died somewhere in the midsts of his twirling blades, the speed and skill with which he’d woven a pattern of cuts down the man’s arm was exceptional. This was truly Ryu’s strength. Knives. He loved to use them and he loved the way the blood felt coating his uncovered hands. Such delicious red liquid. Such power. He knew that he shouldn’t yield to his need for death, but it was growing. Ryu loved to bleed people out. He loved this and lived for it point of fact.