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Drael curiously took the basket and took out two powdered buns and handed the basket back "thank you"

He smiled as he himself took one out

He lunged at a shadow that he thought was shade, and bit clean through a tree, making it tumble over with a loud crash. "You make me wait...ambush..." he bristled and listed and watched carefully. Waiting on his guard, the pain in his side bringing suprizing clarity, but not enough

"over here" he had changed course now on michal other side the point of his sword cutting a line from neck to tail

He yelped but managed to hook two claws around the cracked blade, and raked it with his smooth looking claws, but it screeched against the metal sending sparks flying. He then loped around shade keeping his eyes glued. Clarity came again with the new wave of a fresh wound. He planned, he flicked his eyes about, then lunged.....past and around shade and towards an open moonlit clearing.

his greatsword came flying like a single steel missle smashing into the ground beside michal sending up dirt which the dust would land in his eyes as shade gave chase dropping to the ground he used the forward momentum to slide under his legs and deliver a kick to his underbelly

Onyx grunted but kept running blindly, he already knew the tall grass reached up to his shoulders, and above shades head. He slide into the grass and ran with the wind, making it very hard to track or hear him coming or going, but in the middle of the clearing, there was an open patch

"i can smell your blood onyx werei not a vampire this would be a great strategy" there was both an advantage and disadvantge to both he couldn't see him but he could smell him which was probably true for onyx but in his blind rage he more then likely wouldn't deploy all his senses into the combat

He ran into the clearing....and the light of the full moon fell upon him. There is a saying, that the light of the full moon shows one's true self. And that's what happened here. A much larger nineties fox with black markings stood in the clearing, surprisingly calm. A form that shade has seen only twice before

(Stumbles around as if lost)

He approached buddy

(fumbles a bit as he waves) Hi there, Hello, How you uh doing?

"I'm doing fine. might I ask if you are okay?"

Me? (looks surprised) oh I'm doing peachy, top of my game, couldn't do better.

"Are you gonna attack?" He asked calmly "or are you gonna play with shadows again?" He kept a wary eye out steadying his breathing to an even level, and time seemed to slow for onyx

"you seem to be a bit unbalanced. are you hungry?"

Crys -(awkwardly approaches with his hand out for a shake) Well i could use a cold glass of milk.

he shook buddy's hand and walked up to the barkeep, ordering buddy said glass of milk and brining bringing it to him "here you go"

That is very kind of you (he says as he sips upon the milk) I do hope I can return the favor some day.

he gave a warm smile, as he offered buddy a powdered bun