Slowly lowering himself back to his feet, the beast half hissed, half purred... "Sssooo fierccce... Sssooo great..." he crooned at her, head tilting to one side, that macabre grin still present, "I, am Zazz... Beat me... And anything, that isss mine... is yoursss to, claim..." Comming to a toweringly tall stand, legs evenly spread in combat readyness, left slightly behind right. All four of his lean, powerful arms spread wide in a display of his armored chest, which sloped down to a slim hip, and mighty legs which carried this beast of war. The large crystals on his back flickering with barely restrained power, the very air around him crackling with estatic motes of mana...<br/><br/>His glowing blue eyes watched her with a hungry, predatory glee in their highlighted depths... He may have spoken like a sentient mortal being, yet the intellect behind those eyes, which guided his actions... He was not human in mindset, nor orcish, or reminicent of any other conscious being. He was smart, clearly, cunning and reasonable. He even promoted the use of combat banter, but he was not humaniod, not close... He was an animal, hungry for battle, thirsty for it, as it was one of his baser instincts, like a horse yerns for water...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>