The Furyan was relieved when he felt his mistress’s forgiveness, and he could sense life and movement in the Labrinyth. That meant the games were about to begin. However he could wait a few moments longer. He had imprisoned himself within himself for a long time. A few more minutes before he knew his prey wouldn’t be a problem.<br/><br/>He didn’t know how long he had waited, but eventually he saw a girl materialize before his very eyes. Her hands were tied, but he was in the shadows. Her eyes were probably not as good as his, all though he knew humans to vary in their physical and mental abilities. He watched her grab her knife, wondering why they would have been brought with her when she was transported here after the mishap before. Either way, he let her untie her hands before he stepped forward.<br/><br/>“My name is Fury.” He said as he stepped forward, looking her in the eye as she stood prepared with her blade in her left hand. His name wasn’t actually Fury, his race didn’t have names. But the shortening of his race’s name seemed to scare some humans, all though he doubted it would scare her. He looked at the blade and then pulled out two blades of his own from behind his back. They weren’t there before, but Furyan’s could render their weapons invisible until they decided they were needed. He swirled them around once and smiled. “What’s you’re name?”<br/>