Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.

The scent of blood filled Kaizen's nose, though the adrenaline coursing through his veins made it difficult to tell if it was his or the lions. Maybe both. He'd feel sore after this either way, though all things considered Kaizen had gotten off quite lightly, though for all he knew things very well might go from bad to worse. So much worse. But instead of doubling down as he presumed the lion would do it- it pulled away, rolled to the side and quickly found its paws again. Perhaps because it had realised Kaizen wouldn't be a quick and easy kill?

He felt like that went without saying but - he sucked in a breath, righting himself as well, the tension never leaving his shoulders.

Kaizen could barely make out the lion's outline, but it prowled nearby, low and slinky, no doubt waiting for another chance to strike.

"Try to kill me, you might even be able to. But I won't go down without a fight, do you truly think it is worth it? " He asked the fog, the common tongue clunky to even his own ears. Unnatural, out of practice.