<span style="font-style: italic">Faronos stood there, surrounded by would be predators to him, he stood, eye to eye to a predator, infront of of him. Forlorn Claw held in his right hand, his dagger in his left, in a neutral stance, ready for defense or attack. He felt the hot breath of predator's behind him, and only smiled at these new freshman students, they didn't know who they were dealing with. Faronos was an assassin in training, and a damn good one too. With his weapons, not predator, no matter what could stop him, no victim could defend themselves against the vampiric life stealing dagger, or the combusting Longsword. Soon the Predator charged, a big lumbering whale anthro, all Faronos did was laugh, as he spreads his wings, and took into the air, flying quickly over, and landing on the big brute's back, driving his dagger it's it's shoulder. The thing squeeled and crumpled to the ground, Faronos let out a long, low hiss, that sounded as if he was laughing, and completely enjoying the beast squirm underneath him as he let his dagger feed. The life force of the anthro going up his arm and into him, he was absorbing the life force, destroying the soul of the beast completely, soon leaving a writhing mass of withered, wrinkled and old flesh, that died within minutes, of heart failure, liver failure, and many other disorders, soon the crowd that was gathered around him left, out of complete, and utter fear.</span>