Day Three: Evening

[Retane]

What could he do now? What would be his next move? Day three was nearing it's end and twenty-two foes were still out there hunting for him. Within the past seventy two hours, he had been in six fights, and had scored three kills. Tapion had been involved with all six of those fights and, by his count, had scored three as well. But now the mercenary was alone and injured. He had no one else to depend on excpet for himself.

His head rang out in pain as he moved on, not thinking that staying still and waiting as bait was the wisest of decisions. His hunters insticts told him to keep moving, to find another victim and feast upon his kill. Adrenaline rushed his body and forced him to ignore the pain from the wounds his battle worn figure had tooken. His visage, though distorted, no longer shown a sad face, but in it's stead was a stern look, a look that he use to wear on his missions.

The look of a heartless assassin.

Retane moved noisily, dragging his only booted foot along the ground, attempting to attract attention. He wanted to be found, wanted to be attacked. It was all part of his plan. Let a fox see what he thinks is an injured rodent from afar, only to find that his eyes had deceived him as said fox stumbles across a vicsious wolf. The renegade was cautious as he moved though, knowing all to well his trap could backfire, that someone could be more intellegent and attack him from afar. He truly wished he stumbled across someone with pure arogance though.

He felt his insides burning, yearning to release the strange power he had unleashed back in the huge battle. He was anxious, he wanted to see if he could do it again, wanted to try it out and see what he could possibly do with such powers. His mind raced, wondering if they were the innate powers of legend of the Nameks. Had he acheiched a higher level of power? Did his disgraceful race, once again, aid him in his biddings that they so despised?

Regeneration, and now this recently tapped power?

Or perhaps it was something from within himself that had done it, or some other unknown force?

In the end it didin't matter, if he had truely jumped in power, then perhaps he would pay another visit to his dearly wretched planet. After, that is, he was done here on the Abyss.

He was fixated on tearing his victims apart limb by limb. Minoshia and now Tapion had fell to this hell of a place. It was about damned time that the Abyss fall to the savage brutality of the assassin.