[Bakan]

*Rising up from the ground, Bakan start growling, barely audible at first, coming from the back of his throat, but it slowely get's louder and louder, until at the moment he stands fully up, he roars at Cathan and rushes. In what appears to be almost a blur he is atop of Cathan swinging his sword violently against Cathan's sword. Pressing against it, Bakan inhales deeply, and senses tiredness, exhaustion, but no fear. Smiling, he leans in close, slowely pushing Cathan closer and closer to the ground, face to face, and smiles as his features become more and more dragonlike.*

"How does it feel now?"

*With a push, Bakan pushes Cathan so that he kneels on the ground, then pushes violently, sending Cathan sprawling to the ground. Reaching down, Bakan grabs Cathan by the throat and picks him up one-handed. Staring deep into Cathan's face, ignoring the powerful kicks to his midsection, Bakan memorizes every line, every scare, every hair on Cathan's face. Throwing him aside, Bakan turns slowely towards him and advances. Cathan stands u, grabbing his sword. Reaching striking range, Bakan does not strike with his sword, but instead with his claws. Slashes at Cathan's chest, Bakan smiles as he cuts deeps gashes into it. Another slash opens up deep wounds on Cathans shoulder, then Bakan smiles at Cathan stabs him on the arm, the sword blocked mostly by his dragon scales, but still enough to cause pain. Bakan smiles even more as he swipes the sword away and punches Cathan with enough force to send him flying. Walking calmely foward, Bakan sees Cathan moving his sword into a counter-attacking position. Watching Bakan smiles and moves his own sword, blocking it, then Cathans sword arm is grabbed by Bakan's other hand, which squeezes, and Cathan's face turns white as his bones break under the pressure.*

*The sword slowely falls to the ground from limp fingers, and Bakan grabs the sword from mid-air, then stabs forward, stabbing it deep into Cathans stomach. Continuing to push, Bakan walks forward and lifts up the sword, then thrusts forward, forcing his sword out of Cathan's back through the spine and into the wall of the building behind him, effectivily impaling him with his own sword. Watching Cathan wither in pain, Bakan glares at him.*

"You have strength, it will serve you well in the afterlife."

*Turning away, Bakan walks towards the sounds of fighting in the town, which are slowely dying down, leaving the battered and bloodied form of Cathan behind him, hanging from the wall of the building via his own sword.*