NAtural predators (NDE, Zen vs Pasmar)

[Zen Isogi]

Thread Title: natural predators.
Participants: Zen isogi, Pasmas Vinnom
World: Human World
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: african savannah.
Special Conditions:
Circumstances: They are hollows. and hungry.; what do you need?

[Pasmar Vinnom]

The sun was searing and hot, while the land was certainly not very welcoming. It was humid, which combined with the boiling heat of the sun produced a heatwave enough to make the existance of life very scarce. Only those who were tough to begin with or could easily adapt in such hostile environments made sure that they didn't perish under the roasting sun and the scarcity of food. But compared to the endless reaches of Hueco Mundo, an african savannah was cute to say the least. It was perhaps because of that reason that Pasmar could tolerate the scorching sun, whose malevolent rays were slowly but surely burning his skin, turning him into a fine crisped snake. For whom it was about to be served, it remained to be seen..

Pasmar didn't came here in his own accord. Though he had no preferences regarding such things, he came to dislike the african savannah, with its vast reaches and the sun. The sun whose warmth was felt at its fullest might on that time of the day. He hadn't seen it for ages and seeing it after so many years, hell, decades, so intense made it quite difficult to be come accustomed to such environment. He wouldn't come here if he hadn't caught a scent; a very sweet scent of a hollow. While he was not adept in sensing reiatsu yet, he caught up the scent with his nose, if those two coils in his hollow mask could be considered as one. The scent was very intense which meant two things; either the hollow who emitted it hadn't bath for months or for some other reason he couldn't comprehend. At first the smell was truly a miracle coming true; he hadn't found anything to eat for two weeks..two weeks. At that time, he could eat even a hollow and it seemed that his inner wish came true. He caught up a smell from Hueco Mundo and followed it all the way here.

While he was absorbed in his thoughts, he bumped on something. 'Something'. Something very big. He hadn't been paying attention to what he was walking, though at some point he sensed the sun being at a shadowy place. But the thing that casted the shadow, was truly of gigantic proportions..It could fit a five story building easily. The thing apparently was the hollow. Even worse, it was the one which emited the smell he had traced back from Hueco Mundo. He couldn't find out where his face was, but he could deduce that he was lying behind his ass. The appearance was pretty intimidating, a big behemoth resembling a dragon, encased in black metal scales. But it had its price; it must be hell of slow to move around. Pasmar took confidence in that and immediately retorted to the behemoth's presence. He puked a pile of purple goo before thrusting his right hand in it. The goo regressed into a polearm, a little bigger than him.

"You could sate the hunger for many years, great one. Hell, you may be enough to send me a one-way ticket to the next stage" said Pasmar as he anticipated the foe with his polearm bent, its tip facing the ground. He would wait for his attack. He was prepared for anything unexpected, though in this case not many..or so he thought.

[Zen Isogi]

His palace gone, his reunion with the other had yet to occur, he had no family. Zen was alone and had nothing left. Nothing that is, but the hunger, and the quest. A quest to reach evolution, a quest to shake off the dust of the ages and renew himself in the worlds, a quest to find his new purpose. He dashed through hueco mundo before leaping into the human world. He remembered this place. Africa, the Savannah, a beautiful if somewhat desolate location. Still better than the menos forest though. Zen had noticed a tail, that is to say he had noticed something tailing him. He was being followed. Zen knew the patter of entry and exit through garganta he could time it perfectly. His pursuer would have lost Zen. Or so the great dragon would think. He sat in wait he would not allow his enemy to get the drop on him. And because of his ability to alter his homeostasis levels, the heat would have no effect upon him. it would however slowly drag on his opponent, or so Zen thought.

It was however by lucky coincidence that his hunter became the hunted. Zen turned to look upon his new prey. A reptilian beast more serpentine than himself. The beast Had already come to the conclusion that Zen would be its target so reasoning with it to force it into a trap was out of the question. Like everyone before this one they would assume Zen was slow, clumsy, dumb, and obvious. He had to disagree on every count. He smiled at the puny morsel before him. Not even a bite-size for Zen. perhaps if Zen skinned him and used him in a stew. some onions and potatoes mingled with a nice eggdrop noodle mix, divine. but he would have to wait. For now battle was the important thing. As he thought and watched his foe form a pole-arm Zen laughed. His enemy was going to attempt close combat with him. Even the ape, and the shinigami had realized that was impossible. Zen laughed loud and heartily at his enemies arrogance.

His great maw opened wide and a deep powerful bellow cracked out from it. his voice shook the earth and sky, it was like hearing the sound of thunder, and earthquakes speak to you. Gentle at first before its force shook you to the bone and pushed terror into your heart. "You are quite mistaken my friend, as to who is the meal today. Dont be a fool, you should not challenge your better, and dont be reckless. you are quite right in that i will take you to the next stage. you are mistaken in believing that it shall be your body that does so." Zen looked at pasmars stance and laughed again. he was waiting. Zen couldnt believe the arrogance. He thought himself immovable.

The great beast vanished before his eyes. blurring out of sight as if never even their. As he did so pasmar would not realize that his swift new foe was careening towards him claws outstretched and directed at him. Zen passed right by his foe his massive talons would tear his enemy to shreds if he couldnt stop them. It would not be lethal however. A meal needed tenderized and prepared before you finished it. regardless of pasmars actions Zen would already be behind him. but pasmar would not know this because of Zens Second ability. He was undetectable now. PAsmar could not see or smell Him. He was however able to be heard. unless of course he chose to move along the airground rendering himself truly undetectable. it was like no trace of him remained.

Zen would not be an easy snack for this young punk. He was determined to atleast be a huge pain in the ass if he did lose.
remaining reiatsu: 750/800

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{Stats}Strength - [80-50%=40] Points

Speed - [50] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [80] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [10] Points

Light Aura - [0] Points

Dark Aura - [100] Points

Instinct - [100-50%=50] Points

Senses [50] Points

Energy sensory - [0] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Total SP: [370] Points

That's all for the template. There are a LOT of stats, but don't get choosy and just give some to all. The result could be quite negative.

[Pasmar Vinnom]

The beast's voice shook Pasmar, unnerving him for a second. Like some hellbeast or a monster from mythology, the hollow spoke in an outworldly and deep low tone, fitting of its size. His words echoed across the savannah, as if he was producing quakes instead of sounds. It was not unnerving the fact that he produced a loud and low sounds, but rather that his voice was gentle at first and pleasant to the ear but then progressively shifted into an unpleasant and roaring one. Truly a frightening opponent, but anything comes with a price Pasmar thought, assuring himself that his opponent could be taken care off. How easily that would happen, it depended solely on Zen. He had to compensate for his size and perhaps strength that came with it. And that would have to be his speed.

"So be it." Pasmar threw this one-liner, trying to sound awesome. He was prepared for the beast's attack, no matter how long it would take. He would be waiting. That's the least he could do to honor his opponent. With that mind, he readied himself for Zen's assault, as the beast threw a laugh, if it could be considered one because it was more like a crack of thunder, finding the whole situation or perhaps Pasmar amusing. Pasmar looked him with a stern look, or rather tried to look at him; there was nothing lying in front of him. The beast had vanished in thin air! Pasmar certainly took a shock from this internally, trying to keep his composure. How could something so fat(at least that's Pasmar's perception about it) and big do something like that. It was against any laws he knew(he knew none actually).


All this happened in a matter of one or a couple of seconds, before Pasmar landed into reality. And in a quite violent and abrupt manner, it happened. A huge claw was forging towards Pasmar, aiming to tear him apart on spot if he wouldn't block it. He couldn't see it, this time because of the fact that it was not aimed frontwards, but rather backwards. He could feel the sudden change in the air, the gale that was formed and behind him as Zen pushed the wind along with him. The faster his attack was, the stronger the gale that he formed was. But also the killing intent accompanying it, as it happens normally in every fight. Unless, he was a master in disguising it, which was quite difficult to do so. Otherwise, he wouldn't feel it if Zen attacked him with good intentions, meaning not harming him, and if that claw instead went to either hug him whole or pat his head(?). Then came the smell, which Zen emited an intense and unpleasant one for Pasmar, and his spiritual sensory that allowed him to sense Zen's reiatsu, in a radius of 15 meters approximately..


Anyhow, Pasmar immediately responded to Zen's attack. He didn't attempt to dodge, after he didn't have the time to do such thing. Though, there was a certain gap in speed, this step technique he used compensated for it, and even leaned the scales towards Zen's side. But this was only regarding the speed. He didn't know about the rest, but Pasmar was sure that he could surpass him. At any rate, as much as he would like to dodge his claw, which would allow him to counter-attack as well, Pasmar rather decided to take the attack head on. He immediately turned his upper body towards the incoming claw's direction, which was quite easy thing to do, given the flexibility and the mobility of his lower body, similar to the one of a snake. Then, he directed his spear towards his claw, confronting and effectively blocking the attack. Even to say, he formed a little gash on the middle of his arm-claw, not a shallow but neither a deep one. But that was enough, more than enough. Purple ripples spurted from the polearm's tip.

He was ready to do more, but then the beast vanished again. This time though was different. He couldn't even sense his energy now, hell even smell him. Pasmar at this rate, was not free to attack him. Instead, he was doomed to defending and hopefully counter-attacking his opponent, dealing small blows. If this fight continued as it is now, it would be a lengthy one. But Pasmar didn't mind much, it was worth waiting for it. The opponent seemed strong and at the same time devious, a pretty complex and powerful combination which could bring Pasmar at a disadvantage. With those things in mind, Pasmar again maintained his stance, inviting his opponent to attack. It was not that he underestimated him now, but rather it was all he could do. Like a cornered prey, which had to plow his way out of a pack of carnivores.

((Zen receives 75 Excess Reiatsu(instead of 100 due to Poison Resist), be careful of any incoming hits xD))
Reiatsu 555/630(Weapon Release:25 reiatsu, Polearm Effect:50 Reiatsu)

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{Stats}

Strength - [50]

Speed - [100]

Spiritual Pressure - [90] (63)

Reiatsu Strength - [100] (150)

Light Aura - [45]

Dark Aura - [55]

Instinct - [75]

Senses - [50]

Energy sensory - [35]

Healing Expertise - [0]

[Zen Isogi]

Zen could see the fear in his foe. He was nervous if only for a split second. as he should be. Zen was a hunter. his ability was named apex predator for a reason after all. His foe we stalwart in his defense though. not giving in to fear, or doubt. It made zen rpoud to see such traits in a hollow. courage, honor, pride. these thigns were to be cultivate and respected. sadly not in him however. No Zen had to evolve and sadly for pasmar that was where he came in. Sustenance for the great dragon that was Zen. Pasmar wa simpressive thou. He defended himself expertly. summoning a weapon that exibited some strange poison upon Zen. not unlike a a release. an interesting ability no doubt.and one not displayed within hollows often. It was intruiging. perhaps consuming pasmar WOULD be a waste. he even managed to react to Zens attack based on the air alone. Interesting indeed. He would have to keep an eye out this was a dangerous foe. From what zen could tell by the effects he was suffering under he had just been poisoned. dangerous. but He wasnt unprepared for such an event. The creature was snake-like in its flexibility and obviously posessed certain combat characteristics beyond the regular instinctual methods of a hollow. That would be troublesome. Zen would have to be very precise to land a blow upon him.

As Zen watched Pasmar take his stance Zen knew what it meant. Pasmar was going on defenssive. he couldnt handle what Zen could do. He hadd ned but a single scratch on the great beast. Zen was undetetctable. stlaking his prey. slowly, carefully. waiting for the exact moment to strike. And he took it. just as pasmar was adjusting his stance Zen woudl leave his invisibility and enter his high speed assault. this time letting his tail swing by along the ground to wrap around or atleast trip up pasmar. one of his six limbs was in position to catch the serpentine warrior should he choose an aerial escape. The attack was nearly foolproof. and with his camouflage active befor eit was active PAsmar would not detect it until the exact moment at which zen sprung the step. from up close giving no chance to react. whatever pasmar did Zen would have him either on the ground or in his hands. His physical pwoer easily surpassed that of pasmars and his sheer mass would punctuate that difference even more.

Regardless of wether it succeeded or not Zen would swing around two other limbs from the top and back respectively in an attempt to close off his foe. He would make an attempt to converse. To cultivate what he viewed as the ideal nature of a hollow. Or so he hoped. He would give the beast a chance. and shoudl he take it Zen would spare his life. If not He would continue this brutal onslaught until the beast either collapsed from exhaustion. or zen killed him. whichever came first. Abandoning a cunnign such as pasmars was regrettable and should only be done if absolutely necesarry. not to mention Zen could always use a companion.

"Listen youngling. You are small in the grand scheme of things. i have already displayed myself as your physical superior. as well as proven that you cannot keep up with me on a strategic playing field. But your intellect, your honor, your determination, and most of all your fortitude have impressed me. believe it or not i am among the oldest beigns in hueco mundo. I live my lvies and am constantly reborn into a new form. often i return to hueco mundo. i offer you a chance today. Rather than have us continue to battle and the inevitable conclusion draw forth. let us be allies. You would be my companion and we would fight side by side until such a time as we have both reached vasto lorde. at which point we would go our seperate ways. You cannot possibly fail to see the advantage of hunting in a pack." Zen would apply pressure if his earlier attempt had been triumphant. "we could take down large groups of hollows at once, grow strong on their flesh and evolve quickly. i could even help you achieve your goal. or...." the pressure would be enhanced as Zen pinned his foe to the ground.

"....you could die here. never to evolve. never to achieve whatever goal it is you strive towards, never to be anything more than a lsot soula midst the torrent of those i have devoured. The chocie is yours." Zens display would be unusual for such a beastial shape as his. But it was every bit genuine. He truly did not want to consume pasmar without necessity. It was an abhorrent thing for him, unnacceptable.

And so There they stood. either facing off or trapped. Looking into eachothers eyes. The serpentine warrior of poison, or the mighty predatory titan of hueco mundo. They were not equals. nor could anyone turly be an equal to another. one of them was superior to the other. who that person was is yet to be proven. but the battle was obviously drawing to a close one way or another. Zen could already feel his flesh rippling with the desire to consume. it was hard to contorl himself. and if he didnt get an answer soon he wouldnt try.

No, zen was not playing around. he had identified his opponents strength, and now he would crush it. He would have a feast or an ally this day. but only the choice of His newfound Aquaintence would decide which. The entirety of his life could be said to have been leading to this moment. what he says now will set his destiny in motion. Whatever it may be. wether that be an untimely death, an ally of the ages, or the next step towards a greater form. It was all so very exciting. Zen was practically giddy with it.

Remaining reiatsu 700/800

[Pasmar Vinnom]

As expected the dragon was pretty clever himself, diplaying it in a relentless way. As soon as he had started assuming his fightning stance, after dealing a successful blow previously, the dragon had decided take the chance. This time though, he striked with twice the ferocity and cunningness than previously. Apparently, he had realized that ,although Pasmar could not feel any of his presence in any way, the environment could 'feel' Zen's presence. In that case, the air had betrayed Zen's move and had given to Pasmar the chance to block it and deal a seemingly minor blow to the dragon's hand. As soon as he had prepared to deal the final one, the dragon had gone back to hiding.

He wished he had poured more of his reiatsu into that gash. He didn't know that the strike was sure to hit and when it did, he didn't have enough time to pour an adequate amount of his reiatsu into the dragon. If he had, the dragon would be significantly slowed and would feel 'bloated' and heavy. Another one blow would turn him into an exploding balloon. A thought that Pasmar would only follow if he fought someone with the intent on killing on spot. But in this case, he needed to eat him too so eating his scattered pieces across the scorching savannah was not something he intented to do. Though, in this temperature, they would fry like eggs under the sun. And he liked eggs. So, he would make an exception for the big egg that laid before him. He just needed a bit of cracking and he would be fine.. Pasmar thought to himself as he prepared to place the in front of him, below his hips' seize, with one hand holding the middle of the shaft and other its end.

But as soon as he did that, he heard an quickly approaching noise from his left. The rumbling noise was that of rocks and debris being tossed around by some kind of tornado. A tornado that had the form of a tail. The tail came in an almost sweeping motion, aiming to fling him should it make contact. While the strength was horrendeous, something obvious from the fact as it spawned cracks on the earth as it passed by it, the speed of the sweeping tail was something debatable but dangerous. Dangerous because the dragon had employed high-speed again to near Pasmar and strike him from his rear. He congratulated him for his ingenious employment of battle tactics in combat, but not only sheer experience played a role here, but also skill. Zen was more experienced but Pasmar was more skilled. As the attacked approached him, only a couple of meters away from him, Pasmar squeezed his lower snakelike body, and shoot himself up in the air, successfully avoiding the hit.

Aiming to use the gravitional force along with his, Pasmar let his spear slide forwards, always aiming the dragon's spine. It was at this moment, that he had realized that skill was outplayed by experience in battle between them. The dragon was farsighted and had carefully weighed all of Pasmar's options from before. He had attempted two attacks at the same time, one on ground and one in the air. Though Pasmar had dodged the first one, he failed to respond excellently and to the second too. It wasn't because he caught him off-guard, in a moment of weakness. He just couldn't comprehend that Zen would so such thing. A hand was reaching for him and before Pasmar could do anything, the hand grabbed him abruptly mid-air. This sudden force made him drop his polearm which made a distinct metallic sound a few seconds later. Though in shock, Pasmar try to maintain calm. But who could now?

""Listen youngling. You are small in the grand scheme of things. i have already displayed myself as your physical superior. as well as proven that you cannot keep up with me on a strategic playing field. But your intellect, your honor, your determination, and most of all your fortitude have impressed me. believe it or not i am among the oldest beigns in hueco mundo. I live my lvies and am constantly reborn into a new form. often i return to hueco mundo. i offer you a chance today. Rather than have us continue to battle and the inevitable conclusion draw forth. let us be allies. You would be my companion and we would fight side by side until such a time as we have both reached vasto lorde. at which point we would go our seperate ways. You cannot possibly fail to see the advantage of hunting in a pack." Pasmar couldn't do otherwise than listen to the beast. His fate was literally in his hands. The feeling of Zen's crushing palm felt like having your whole body stuck under a pile of fallen of debris, after an earthquake. His felt his bodily fluids about to pop out if he applied more pressure, which he did "we could take down large groups of hollows at once, grow strong on their flesh and evolve quickly. i could even help you achieve your goal. or....". As Zen talked more and more about his plans, Pasmar felt his lower body being crushed. Frankly, his words were obscured in Pasmar's mind, as the pressure and the pain peaked. He was ready on accepting his defeat, until by some higher force, he came back to his senses. An idea came to his mind.

"....you could die here. never to evolve. never to achieve whatever goal it is you strive towards, never to be anything more than a lsot soula midst the torrent of those i have devoured. The choice is yours." the dragon said in an ominous tone, foreshadowing Pasmar's fate. "Your offer sounds very tempting, great one..and I am obliged to accept under those circumstances.". In fact Pasmar had heard none of it, and had barely heard some words like superior, companion, vasto lorde and other words, with no logical consistency in his mind. But his intents were obvious, he wanted to recruit Pasmar into his pack. Pasmar would be delighted if circumstances were different and they wouldn't have met as enemies. Hunting alone is really a pain in the ass, and some company from time to time was sometimes optional, but often needed..

He was in his mercy, or so Zen might think now. His hands were still free, his fingertips oozing with a blue substance. "That's what I would say, if I were under those circumstances"Pasmar smirked and brought both of his hands together, almost reaching Zen's wrist and plung them into his scaly skin. At the same time, he puked again on his hand and brought out his polearm on Zen's hand. Without delay, he thrusted it into the burnt spot, deep down to the bone. If it succeeded, Zen would experience an intense pain at his hand, specifically his wrist, similar to that of a 1st degree burn, and then a stab wound from the polearm, eventually letting Pasmar free. Afterwards, he would land on the ground safely. "Thanks for your offer, old and great one. But, being old doesn't necessarily mean being strong." Pasmar would say slowly and seriously, though perhaps the fact that he was too serious would create the impression that he was being ironical. And finally he would further add if he was not interrupted in the meantime "My goals align with yours..and that's why I must eat you.".

He didn't have Zen's farsight, who was able to look at the future. Pasmar was more focused on 'now' and how he could adapt at every passing moment. Thus, he was not able to look far, into the future. For that reason, Zen needed, if he still was opt for the idea of having a companion after this turn of events, to convince Pasmar a 'little' more.

Reiatsu 505/630

[Zen Isogi]

Zen watches his foe closely. the enemy had been deep in thought, waiting for his attack. Yet when it came he could not be prepared. he was liekly regretting underestimating Zen for just as he avoided the sweeping tail, he failed to dodge zens arms. one managed to catch him jsut as two others would slam hard into his back and head. He would be opuleld directly out of a mid-air thrust of his polearm and disoriented by this strike. It was vicious, brutal, and devestating. Zen would continue his monoloogue however in the hopes of swaying pasmar out of the conflict.

The serpentine warrior had proven himself resourceful, yet zen had utilized his own methods to counter his defense flawlessly. His hopes of companionship wouldb e swiftly crushed as the hollow turned him down regrettably. Zen was saddened by this and made ready to kill his new prey, his tail hand slowly drifting upwards behind pasmar to snip his neck off. like scizors, quick and painless. Zen had jsut gotten to the point he would begin when the counter-attack was formed.

Pasmar utilized a new form of poison burning zens hands which normally would not matter but the moment it was punctuated by the swift thrust of his returned weapon zen would utilize his ability, salvaje carrera, once more but this time rather than a high speed charge forward he charged to the side. using one of his free hands to slam the newly freed pasmar right back into the ground pinning his entire body this time. now when he did this Zen noticed something strange in his body. Earlier he ahd barely felt it but the lack of it this time mad eit obvious. pasmars initial poison had made zen feel fuller, bloated, yet this time it was lacking.

Interesting development, perhaps pasmar had simply forgotten to utilize its ability. Zen would not take the chance however and swiftly brought his tail over to slice off pasmars arm. he could not allow him to make another assault. with only a single limb to hold it with the hollow would be unable to use his polearm properly. Zen ahd jsut claimed the advantage once again, unless pasmar managed to escape zen's full bodyweight pressing on him. 11 tons of power driving him into the ground.

Zen was panting heavily now. he had expended quite a bit of energy so far. he would need to feast soon. the ugner grew stornger by the moment and zen would now have to rescind his offer. "i hope. that someday, we can meet again somehow, and that you will see the foolishness of your actions, my friend." Zen would lean into his arm. the resultiung force would crush pasmar beneath it. his organs would begin to rupture, bones shattering, even his skin would start ton tear from the pressure forcing his innards to attempt escape. It would be utter agony. Zen was holding his injured hand in the air. reluctant to sue it again. the pain was terrible but not crippling.

He roared again shaking the very earth and sky. he roared either in troiumph or in fury, nobody could tell if they had been there. And so it was that zen using his tail picked up the two polearms of pasmar vinnom and slammed them into his shoulder and another into his knee. as if to cripple him further would amtter. But as zen had put it before, he msut nprepare the meal before he eats it.

"tell me your name, i wish to know it before you die." Zen was sincere in this, his fury was boiling, seething over, but he would retain civility long enough to know the person he would incorporate into himself. He wished to make sure that his prey was not forgotten even in death. Zen looked pasmar in the eye. his determination was obvious, but zen had been this determined once as well. determination could not replace cunning, experience, and power. Even the most stubborn man in the 4 realms knew this. Zen sighed, he could not get over the regret that he had to do this.

upon pasmars detah Zen would roar in mourning before swallowing his foe whole.
reiatsu remaining: 650/800

[Pasmar Vinnom]

"Heh..it's funny that you are saying that we will meet again..even though I will die very soon...". Pasmar struggled to say as he laid down on the ground, half of him crushed under a big mountain with black scales. He was about to give his last breath there, in that place, in that scorching hell. But the thought was merrier when compared to the hell of Hueco Mundo. He would prefer breathing for one last time in the human world, instead of that sandy emptiness infested with monsters. A humane death, even for someone like him who had done atrocious things and deeds, always turning his eyes from them, would be the best gift.

Everything had gone wrong from the start. He had underestimated his foe, too confident in his own strength and power, and was deluded by his appearance. It would be quite the lesson to receive, if he lived to remember it. But this one time the defeat was his own achievement. He didn't underestimate Zen; the dragon was skilled, capable and experienced, displaying ancient calmness and wisdom he had gained from the passage of years. Compared to him, Pasmar was just a toddler with a spear. Of course, he played a role in his death, but Pasmar's own mistakes played a greater one. When he was given the chance to strike him, he didn't. His blade was held by uncertainty and hesitation and he payed the price by being a creator of his own death. Twice he was given the chance to end the behemoth's life, and twice he had failed miserably to do so.

As soon as he was released from his control, the behemoth fell sideways with extreme speed and crushed Pasmar lower half with his sheer body strength. He couldn't feel any pressure from his lower half, he didn't feel anything((giggity)). Which meant that the worst scenario had been confirmed; he had no lower body half to sustain him. It was at this moment he had accepted his fate. If this happened while he was still human, he would be begging Zen for his life. But now, he wouldn't leave this one by crying and snorting beneath a dragon's feet. He would accept it with dignity.

"...What we are if not slaves to this torment?..."Pasmar contemplated as he stared the red sky before staring into Zen's eyes. The man was dominated by an otherworldly silence and calmness, able to restain his anger despite what Pasmar had done to him. This man would go on and continue this pointless hunting and eating, until he ended up being eaten himself by someone stronger. "Pasmar Vinnom..that's my name." Pasmar said slowly to the dragon as he consciousness began to fade. He extended his hand one final time to him and said"Please..don't let my sacrifice be vain". His hand fell lifeless on the ground with a thud.

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

+200 TP to Pasmar
+260 TP to Zen
+100 CTP to Zen