Concernant les Beowolves avec un sourire, Zedong pouvait facilement voir qu'ils étaient jeunes. Ils étaient de petite taille et le nombre de pics sur leur colonne vertébrale en était un indicateur clair. En regardant son partenaire, il a fait un clin d'œil et a commencé à s'élancer vers la droite. Dès qu'il était en position, il tenait le fond de sa lance et tapait le plus proche sur le dos, ce qui le faisait sauter et tourner à 180 degrés.
"Tu n'es pas un mignon chiot. Tu veux jouer? Vous aimez aller chercher, je parie que vous le faites, oh oui vous le faites", a-t-il beaucoup parlé à la créature de la même façon que les gens parlent aux bébés. La créature a rendu ses paroles avec un piège. -- Maintenant, c'est un bon garçon, tu veux le bâton, demanda-t-il en prenant position et en tournant sa lance. "Voici le bâton, venez le chercher." La créature a fait deux pas et s'est jetée sur lui, arrachant ses griffes droit sur la poitrine de Zee. Le jeune homme fit un pas à gauche tout en reposant la tête de sa lance sur le sol. Il a esquivé l'attaque, mais quand le loup s'est posé sur sa lance, il l'a relevée tout droit, renversant la créature sur son dos. "Oh regarde ça, il fait des tours! Roulez sur garçon, roulez sur." La créature ne l'a pas fait parce qu'il l'a demandé, et quand elle était de nouveau debout, elle a ouvert ses mâchoires et a respiré, essayant de mordre. "Bad boy." Presque sans effort, il balance la lame de base de sa lance dans un mouvement horizontal, coupant la créature à travers le visage. En faisant tourner cet élan dans un tour, il a apporté la même fin, en coupant verticalement, provoquant la chute de la créature. "On dirait que tu as besoin d'être abattu." Zee a livré le coup final par un poteau voûtant dans l'air et enfonçant son arme dans la poitrine nue de la créature. Il hurla un moment, puis se tut. Un en bas, un en bas.
Zee avait apparemment attiré l'attention du troisième Beowolf, et il a grimpé brutalement contre lui. "Hé, mon ami." La lance vola dans un tourbillon de poussées, mais aucune de celles-ci n'était censée frapper, ils tombaient tous à court de frapper, mais les réflexes de la créature fonctionnaient comme ils frappaient. Il bourdonnait et tissé pour esquiver les coups, gardant son accent sur Zee, et laissant son dos grand ouvert.
**Name:** Asa Karmozijn
**Age:** 16
**Race:** Wolf Faunus
**Appearance:** His silver-white hair flows down to his shoulders. His left ear is also pierced multiple times with small rings. His eyes are deep obsidian purple; the sort of colour the sky goes round about midnight. Asa has small fangs barely seeable when he closes his mouth. A thin strip of soft leather round his neck, off which hangs a three inch long black fang.
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Personality:** Reckless. Adventurous. Loves to fight. Quite violent, and has a temper like a volcano, it simmers quietly until something pushes him past the edge and he just blows his top. He’s also kind, hates bullies. Little lazy when it comes to study. Partly nocturnal. Gets along fine with most people, but simply can’t stand others. Stays to himself mostly.
**Weapon:** Tears of Blood, a pair of three, foot long claws, worn on the hands, that can down scale into spiked knuckledusters, or a sort of double knife. Also shrinks to a fingerless glove in its dormant form.
**Semblance: **
**Backstory: **Asa was razed in a traveling caravan as a guard dog. Literally. He was treated like a wild animal, and so he became one. Living in a cage for part of the time and chained to it for the rest, the only time he was freed was to fight off Grimm. For him to survive was to fight. He became strong fast, he had to, it was kill, or be killed. He got his hands on a pair of knives at one point and created his own fighting style, quick and dirty, violent, close quarters, so that by the time he was finished he was drenched in Grimm blood, until, like the rest of the Grimm, it simply dissolved into a swirling cloud of dust. It was from that that he received his name, Karmozijn, meaning crimson. One time when they were heading to Vale they picked up a stranger also traveling there. This stranger was an ex-hunter, not that Asa knew that. Part way along their journey, Grimm attacked. Asa was let off his chain like usual and he fought with the Grimm, watched ever so intently by Oir the ex-hunter. When they reached Vale, Oir offered to buy Asa from the caravan, and with the amount of money he offered, there was no way the leader of the caravan could refuse. So Asa changed hands, and while he was no longer kept in a literal cage, he was confined to the house, and might as well have been in one. The collar, and chain however didn’t seem to change. Oir taught Asa more fighting, some etiquette, table manners, talking real words and understanding them. Basically Oir taught Asa to live in the human world. When Asa was sixteen, Oir, who had friends in high places, managed to secure Asa a spot at Beacon a year early, in the hope that Asa would be able to fight, and also, hopefully learn something.
(Needs a Sembalance, Could it be possible he doesn't know his Sembalance?)
(Oir=gold)