Marko hadnâ€™t expected the purple glow to get brighter. In fact he wasnâ€™t expecting his bitch to contain as much power as he did. It was shocking and that damn music was getting on his last nerve. Apparently Rykar had a soft spot for the human. He sure as hell didnâ€™t normally get so bent out of shape over one person. He watched the arms warp into long clawed hands. He hissed as he reflected what he could but ended up slashed up quite a bit up his arms and down his chest to the waistband. Panting and hissed. Wrapping the whips around Rykarâ€™s wrist and launched him into the wall. â€œFucking slutty whore.â€ He hissed. A whip vanishing as he held a hand to his bleeding chest. Vampire blood... He hissed and lifted his gaze. Panting heavily. He was going to lose this fight but he wouldnâ€™t be killed. No...he would go down with a fight but Rykar wasnâ€™t strong enough to kill him. He began swinging the whip rapidly as blood flew everywhere with each movement he made. â€œYou might win this fight Rykar but you will not kill me this go round.â€ His chest moved with heavy breaths.<span style="color: #FFFF00"><span style="font-style: italic">Dustin continued to play as Hund talked. Blinking as he saw a purple light in the shadows now. â€œUh...thats not normal.â€ He listened as Hund explained the fight. â€œSounds like Rykar will win next blow.â€ He said softly. He stood closer to Hund. Something about this whole scenario wsa unsavory.</span></span>