OoC: I never acctually said 04512-A6 was human. It was more of a question.

BiC: Insane Warrior took this ooportuinty to pull the blood-soaked hood back over his head. He ran forward and swung downward with a powerful blow that cracked the sturdy dogwood pole. 05412-A6 betrayed no injury but was obviously stunned by the blow. Another swing. It never hit. The pole was wrenched out of Insane Warrior's hands by 05412-A6's jaws.

Insane Warrior shook his head like a dog. Copious amounts of blood sprayed out in every direction, some of it landing on 05412-A6's face. Still no scent! For some reason, this lack of scent angered 05412-A6, and he flung himself on the man.

Insane Warrior took a slash across the ribs. More blood. Now 05412-A6 was really confused. Insane Warrior had bled more than any other creature or man he had ever killed even had, but he was still fighting as if he was unhurt. Insane Warrior threw 05412-A6 off of him and took an inhuman jump to the roof of the bar. As 05412-A6 stared into the shadowed hood from the ground, he caught a glimpse of light reflected off Insane Warrior's eyes. They were solid black.

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I hate my life...