Dirty dancing

To say that he was suffering was an understatement. Crazed by the voices permeating his oozing eardrums and paranoid of the shadows following him, he didn't know where else to go but there. The battlefield was safe. Safe enough for him to slay what he could without any repercussions. His paws took his body without any thought or sense of where he went. All he did was follow. Follow the voices until a somewhat familiar foe emerged before his yellowed eyes.

Ah, he'd taken her on before and unfortunately lost. That was his deciding factor as his hackles raised and lips curled in a snarl. Oh, what he wouldn't do to take her down in revenge. Blood boiled beneath his skin as ooze dripped along behind him. Lurching forward on unsteady paws, Gil leaped toward her without a single word of acknowledgment. Wolves didn't come here to chat anyway. His paws left the packed dirt, toes splayed wide as he attempted to land on top of her.

With no specific decision in mind for how he wanted to harm her, this would have to do.

Gilgamesh vs Carnage for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1
Size: Large
Build: Medium
Skills: Advanced Intellectual & Expert Fighter


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