Watching intently, he saw first Roaen disappear, followed by Claire. Grinning ear to ear, he knew he had a chase on his hands. Fueled by that desire for blood, Dax looked around the room. Now his eyes coldly spotted Silva and there he remained. "Do not wait for a countdown... You better be quick, otherwise we have no use for you." Again, Dax acted as if she was nothing, trying to provoke a fight in this submissive bitch until she stepped up.<br/><br/>It did not take long for Roaen to break out. Dax liked that, knowing she would not wait for any others. There he stripped his own clothing until he was fully nude. Glancing first at Hekhem and then to Silva, the only two left in the room beside him, Dax furrowed his brow, questioning them both. He assumed Hekhem would leaved on his own accord, stealthfully approaching the fighting ring made by Claire, wherever she was. Now, Silva still seemed motionless, or at least by his standards.<br/><br/>"Quit waiting, damit it!" He cursed, showing off how angry he might get at her if she proved him right. Dax wanted to see her fight, to see Silva snarl and lash out like an animal. So far, she seemed too submissive. Now he tore his own clothes off, knowing he challenged Roaen. She couldn't get far, not with the scent on her tongue. He could literally taste her still and that only made it easier.<br/><br/>His body changed. Slowly at first his muscles moved around, followed by his skin. He could not feel the pain of switching, since that was far in the past. Instead he leaped forward through the door as he was consumed by Roaen's smell. There was no escaping him. She was fast, but he was fast too. Shortly after she got out far enough not to cause a problem, Dax raced out and pounced. The moment they connected, Dax knew he hadn't gotten her just yet. His claws lashed out, but he could not grip her just yet. Growling in response, Dax raced after her.