The beastkin in front of Mors let out a loud, jovial laugh as he slapped his leg in amusement. "I have never met a demon with a sense of humour before, typically you all fly into a rage an..."

"Unless you have something you need, can we cut the life story short?.. have things to do, places to be and people to terrify," said Mors in an unamused tone taking the beastkin by surprise.

"Oh how very rude of me. My name is Ran Firemane, Vice captain to the Pride Mercenary company. I have been asked to 'escort' you to the fortress's reception area for an audience with th..."

Mors once again interrupted the beastkin, causing him to release a low, irritated growl. "Sorry but I have to decline, I am not good in social situations... I tend to get a bit... violent... when people annoy me. Which weirdly enough, is pretty much every time someone opens their mouth to breath."

The demon, in agonising pain from the excess mana and pre-evolving body, was forced to stall with conversation as he analysed his opponent, gauging his strength.

Ran revealed a vicious smile. "Oh but I insist, in fact, I would have been disappointed if you came willingly."

Mors sighed. "One moment, I just need to get something that belongs to me, and then we can play. You can be the ball."

Watching Ran nod his head, Mors turned around and once again reached for the bolt, but just as he was about to grab it, his eyes went wide, and he ducked, instantly rolling to the side.

A long, jagged spear stuck out of the door where his head had been moments before, as a delighted laugh rang out. "I have also been asked to keep your weapon away from you until you have seen the City Lord... he's a bit antsy about soul weapons... especially those who's owners are unbound."

The moment Mors got to his feet, he broke out into a crouched run as he used the weapon racks to block the line of sight between him and Ran. "Little lion cub... don't you know its silly to walk into a monster's den without your pride to back you up."

"Ha, what monster? And what den? You are in my house. All I see before me is a wea....... whoops, that was pretty close." Rans retort was cut short as Mors ran past a spear rack and, without slowing down in the slightest, threw four spears at him with all his might causing the beastkin to twist his body and spin in the air to avoid them.

The moment his feet touched the floor, Mors was already in front of him and with his bastard sword in one hand, and a heavy sword in the other, swung his arms inwards, attacking both of Ran's sides simultaneously as he twisted his body to dodge the retaliatory strike.

Relying on his instincts, Ran immediately ducked, expecting the momentum from the two swords to throw Mors of balance and give him an opening, but as he looked up, he realised Mors had let go of them, sending them crashing into the distance on either side, and was about to knee him in the face.

Without a seconds hesitation, Ran dropped his swords and made a fist with his hand. Using his crouched position to provide as much power as possible, Ran launched himself upwards. "THATS IT! THATS THE TRUE WAY TO FIGHT! Weapons are a cowards tool"

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Ran's fist and Mors' knee connected, before the fist continued upwards and into Mors' face, sending both of them skidding backwards a couple of feet however the demonlooked like he had come off worse in they exchange.

The fists impact to his face had agitated the rampaging mana, causing it to burst violently through his skin creating deep cracks that dark red blood and black mist poured out.

Noticing this Ran, revealed a curious expression. "Whats wrong with you? I sense immense power, but that hit was pathetic, and the punch only glanced you yet it caused that much surface damage."

Mors spat out a mouthful of blood, concealing his surprise when it hissed the moment it touched the floor and bubbled away into the stone. "Let's just say I need my beauty sleep."

A grin appeared on Ran's face as he put the pieces together. "Oh... about to evolve huh... well that makes this easy."

Confused at how Ran had worked that out from his vague statement, Mors was temporarily distracted allowing Ran to activate one of his innate skills.

A deafening roar that sounded just like a lion's blasted from Ran's mouth causing a massive shockwave to resonate outwards, sending Mors, along with many of the weapons around him, soaring high into the air.

Just as Mors was rotating to land on his feet, His pupils constricted as Ran's foot appeared above his head, crashing heavily into it and sending him smashing into the stone floor. -"Fuck, I can feel myself becoming weaker by the second... I guess this is the guy Anna was talking about."

Feeling an intense pressure behind him, Mors slammed his palm into the floor and used the momentum to push himself away from Rans follow up attack, spinning to his feet. -"Not good, the energy he is giving off is that of a four/five star Duke... and I am being battered around like a kitten. I guess I really did get lucky catching those angels with their pants down."

Mors sniggered at the memory. -"Ahh, that was brilliant."

"BAHAHAHAHAHAH." Realising what was going on in Mors' head, at least in terms of his body's state, Ran let out a booming laugh. "Either your an idiot or you know nothing about third stage evolutions... Your entire body is going to undergo a metamorphosis and is shutting down. When I first walked in you were probably somewhat of a challenge, however, as it currently stands, I doubt I would even be able to have any fun if we were to continue."

"Seeing how you told me your name and are willing to taunt me, I suppose this is the end for me oh so great and powerful warrior. How will I defend myself against such an onslaught of words?" Mors shook his head as he straightened up before revealing an enormous smile, insanity dancing in his eyes, causing Ran to feel a chill creep down his spine and his instincts to scream. "I think it's time I stopped holding back."

A dark mist began to seep out the walls, corners and through the armoury entrance and head towards Mors as the demon ripped took off his silver chest armour and threw it to the ground along with his pauldrons and arm guards. "All or nothing, death or glory, victory or annihilation. I will no longer suppress my abilities... lion cub. Let's see what you are really made of."

A deep sense of dread fell on Ran as he turned into a yellow blur and smashed a fist into Mors' stomach before spinning and kicking him heavily in the chest, sending him flying backwards and smashing through a wooden door. -"What was that?... he is so much weaker than me but for an instant; it felt like I was standing in front of some unimaginable terror."

Watching the doorway where Mors had passed through the lion's eyes contracted as the slow flowing mist suddenly accelerated into the room, causing the light in the room to dim. " Aww fuck." 

A chilling maddened laughter was heard as the room Mors crashed into descended into darkness. "And what was once incomplete is now whole. I think it's time for a little lion cub to run for his pathetic life."

The lion beastin's fur stood on end as he sensed Mors' aura shift drastically as he turned at started sprinting to the exit.