Domestic Disturbance (Open)

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It was a relatively silent night for the citizens in the residential district. There weren't car alarms blaring , house alarms going off from a fire or break-in, there wasn't ever people playing music obnoxiously loud into the night. The moon was waning gibbous, the full moon having been the night prior. All things considered, it was most likely a pleasant night for many in the residential district, a good night's rest could essentially be ensured.

A large rift appeared in the air between two houses, snow pouring out of it, making the surrounding area incredibly cold. Frost quickly spread across the surroundings as snow poured through from a powerful blizzard on the other side of the rift. Suddenly, a cloaked figured came flying out of the rift and slammed into the side of one of the houses. The cloaked figure slumped down right when a second figure came through the rift.

A tall male cloaked with a snow covered wolf pelt and furs came leaping through the rift, his eyes focused on the cloaked figure that came through. The second figure had what looked like a gauntlet of earth covering his arm and extending into a foot-long spike above his knuckles. The rock gauntlet was blackened by some sort of fluid that had soaked into it. With an angered roar, the second figure landed atop the first and worked to drive the spike into its intended target as the rift closed behind them.

Right as the earthen spike made contact with the cloaked figure, the earthen spike and gauntlet crumbled against the figure's form, resulting in the second figure slamming his fist into his target's chest, resulting in a pained grunt from the cloaked figure. With the earthen spike and gauntlet ceasing to be, it was easier to see the shackles and chains on the wolf pelt wearing figure, as well as a series of wounds on his arm that the earthen gauntlet had covered. The wounds on his arm were still open and black blood came forth from them.

”Khef!” Zenro spat out with a quick glance around him, anger and surprise apparent in his tone. With these new surroundings, he had no connection with the earth now, a situation that was most aggravating. With his wolf ears raised and pointed forward and his teeth bared, it was quite clear he was not pleased with the current situation as well as the figure he was now with.

”Vral yet Ewnts Gev'Ath net, Den'Vash?” The cloak figured questioned, just before Zenro quickly responded with a slam of his shackles against the the cloaked figure's head. That action drew a hiss from the cloaked figure who proceeded to brandish a dagger from one of his sleeves and stab it into Zenro's side.

Zenro drew back his hands again and went to slam the shackles into the cloaked figure again, but the cloaked figure melded into the shadows and reappeared beside Zenro. The shackles missed their intended target and slammed into the side of the house. With a growl, Zenro stood up, reaching one of his hands to the hilt of the dagger in his side, the chains of the shackles clanking together softly as he did so. He removed the dagger, taking notice of runes etched into the blade that were visible through the black blood that coated the blade.

"Yet Enk Ewnts? Eev hess Ewnts Nist'Thrae." The cloaked figure rang out as Zenro eyed the blade.

"Ov'ellar Nil'Drak." Zenro shifted himself around as he held the dagger in one hand, the other hand being held away just enough so the chains between the shackles were nearly taut.

With the sounds of the encounter, as well as the howling of the blizzard that had ceased once the rift closed, porch lights from the two houses Zenro and the the cloaked figure were between lit up. The home owners dialed the police to report the noise in hope of getting some assistance since it certainly did not sound like the happenings outside were normal, or friendly.

Lallah was up in a tree watching the house her old family lived in. All of a sudden Lallah saw two men fighting. She didn't know why they were fighting but she didn't want them to attack her family. She thought to herself for a moment and decided to try and talk the two people out of fighting so they wouldn't harm her old family. But she saw that the two men were using powers so she thought to herself that it maybe a little better if she were to get some back up first. Lallah flew down out of the tree and made 3 replicas of herself. "Will you two please take your fighting somewhere else." said Lallah and her replicas in unison. She didn't expect the two men to listen but she wanted to try and protect her old family.

Zenro quickly looked over at the four identical females that appeared and said something, all in unison, to him and the cloaked figure. "Dest." He murmured, more so to himself than anyone.

The cloaked figure did not heed any attention toward the four identical females that asked of them to take their fight elsewhere, but certainly tried to press an advantage when Zenro was a little distracted as he looked over at them. The cloak figure pulled out a dark blade, its form flickering like a flame, and thrust it at Zenro.

Zenro ducked back from the thrust as he brought his free hand underneath and over the cloaked figure's hand. With the chain of his shackles wrapped loosely around, he spread his arms apart as far as they could until the chain grew taut, constricting the cloaked figure's wrist. He grabbed both bases of the chain, baring his teeth as the all too familiar burning sensation greet his hands. In a quick motion, he ducked and turned around, slamming himself into the lower portion of the cloaked figure whilst throwing his arms over head.

The cloaked figure was thrown over Zenro and landed right in front of him. Without so much as a pause once the cloaked figure hit the ground, Zenro lift one of his bare feet and brought it down, aimed for the cloaked figure's head again. Just before impact, the cloak figure tossed itself to the side, the constricted hand seeming to be severed as the rest of the arm completely detached from it.

The dagger and the hand were both falling to the ground, proceeding to fade into nonexistence, both of their forms flickering like a darkened flame until they were snuffed out.