Mynxel had been watching this entire fight from the very start. He had yet to decide if he was going to join in or not. A random act of good or random act of evil. He was a man who rode a thin line between good or evil. And not in the I'm nuetral and don't care either way sort of way. He was indifferent yet at times seemed uncaring. Yet that was only slightly true. He was strange in he could care yet seem not to at the exact same time. For now he was watching. To see if they would possibly need any help. He was also watching just in case someone may be in need of healing. He wasn't the type to let someone be injured and not use his natural ability to heal go unused. Well...most of the time anyways.<br/><br/>He was here now. Seeing one of the feline beings get massacured was actually rather amusing. Now perhaps he should join in. Help end the other one? It would be most likely a rather entertaining fight. He smirks a bit. A possibly long yet entertaining battle. Been a while since he'd engaged in battle and found it worth his time. His smirk fades as quickly as it came. He was going to get serious...ish. His outer appearance gave off the illusion of indifference. Yet inside there was time he found things amusing even if he never let anyone else know it.<br/><br/>He notices the other feline being was rather upset by this turn of events. Of its buddies annihilation. He noticed the action it had decided to take while the man who massacured the other had his back to it. He draws his twin scymitars and flips downwards. The sound of sharp nails hitting metal can be heard. He had made his appearance. And was now fighting scymitars to claws with the other twin creature. He calls back over his shoulder. "Never turn your back on an opponent." he says it with cold indifference.<br/><br/>And in this case he truly was cold and indifferent. Distant as this was a fight...not a meeting of new...associates. He never let himself make friends. In or out of battle. He had no time for making strings to which he would be attached to. His lifestyle and choices left no time for such things. To do so would complicate things. For he chose at random whether he fought with the good or the evil. Based randomly and solely upon his whim. And that was the way he liked it.<br/><br/>He allowed the creature to get one clawed hand close to his face. And uses this trickery of allowing it to slice off the arm from the elbow down. He ignores the scream of anger and pain the creature made. Advancing towards it as if he had not heard any sound that it made. The creature grew smarter and began to fight with intent to kill. And thus the true fight began. The sound of anger and rapid strikes and blocks occured. This was not to say he did not get hit or take damage. He just acted as if he didn't have stinging scratches riddling arms and chest alike. He takes his time. Letting this creature get angrier and angrier. The angrier you make a foe...the more likely they are to make a fatal error.