<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/gctqCME.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ramzi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805161#msg14805161)<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Fen | Korey, Niko, Hermes, Adan, Enoch<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gaia, Unknown<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dark pants and boots, with an open faced robe.<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Calm under pressure<br/><hr/>Fen’s words mirrored his own realizations and thus brought them to objective confirmation. Ramzi never considered the blood on his hands, not before, not during, and certainly not now. “<strong>I have no remorse for my actions taken in service to our home. Certainly, I was the blade that carried out the action and became bloodied. But never was I the hand that swung the blade. My hands may be stained, but my soul is as unsullied as the day I was conscripted.</strong>” But there was no reasoning with the beast, he had made up his mind. Each word, however, convinced Ramzi that it wasn’t hatred that pushed Fen forward but…<em>envy</em>? Such a primitive emotion.<br/><br/>The heat of combat did nothing to shake Ramzi’s resolve. Here he had stood a thousand thousand times. The moments seemed to unfold in slow motion, as Ramzi’s experience told him what to watch for. He had no doubt that Fen was the stronger of the two of them, but how often had that been the case? “<strong>I am not like your enemies of old, wolf.</strong>” Ramzi spoke. His feet slid to adjust his stance, one to brace. His right hand curled into claws and then balled into a fist. He waited for the moments just before impact before sending his right hook forward and meeting Fen’s attack. “<strong>Against me, your strength betrays you.</strong>” He finished just before impact.<br/><br/>For those around, a flicker of pure black energy wisped around his right arm. Only for a moment, and quickly it discharged to the point of impact.<br/><br/>But for Fen, he would see the truth of Ammit. As the fist collided with the wolf, for Fen, Ramzi took a new form. For a moment he was a great and terrible creature, perhaps not unlike Fen himself. Inky blackness engulfed him, and in that moment he was a demon of another world. The strength of the lunge was sapped and pulled into that darkness before all of the darkness collapsed into a single point and reflected at the site of his fist. Ramzi added little of his own energy, true to his statement of no quarrel. He wished only to repel Fen. With the force turned against him, and Ramzi’s own natural strength added in for good measure, it was enough to thrust the wolf back. The curve of the punch sending the creature spiraling through the air, accidentally, toward Adan.<br/><br/>“<strong>You will not defeat me alone, great wolf. Your energy is wasted on me, I am not your enemy. If blood will truly make you feel better, so be it.</strong>” Ramzi lifted his left arm and brought it to his lips. Without hesitation, he sank his teeth into his own flesh until blood swelled around his lips. When he pulled back, he spat his own blood onto the ground. His arm fell again to his side, and the blood stained the side of his robe as it flowed freely down his hands, and quickly began dripping from his fingers. “<strong>There. Blood now stains the sand. For now, you may be content.</strong>”