My claws tear easily through the monster who falls to the ground lifeless. My claws return to the form of a human hand as I shake the blood from them. I was having the time of my life right now.
I was just all too happy to hone my skill and there was an endless amount of prey just wandering these woods now. I had the most fun when the shadows were swarming me, but I was able to hold my own against their numbers.
I learned long ago how to fight against great numbers, despite how fast and relentless the shadows were, they didn't stand a chance.
I wanted to find someone from Class A and test my skills against them. Sniffing the air, I smell a nearby mana signature that I've smelt before.
I can't remember who it is, but since they're alone, I can only hope their in Class A.
