The taste of blood on his tongue had been long overdue. The beast wanted to quench the thirst of his muscles and teeth by the means of a fight, however bloody it might get. His blood stained pelt walked in confidence onto the battlefield, the sinner scanning his surroundings for the perfect spot. Snow would litter the ground, thus a perfect opportunity to get accustomed to fighting in different conditions. Footholds would be hard, he was sure. For where there was snow, there would be patches of ice to slip on as well. This only made him more eager to engage another, because usally one didn't think about their surroundings before diving head first into the fray. But he was smart. Calculating. Always one step ahead of the rest in terms of intellect.
He found a place suitable for a fight. Shaking loose his muscles and scraping into the ground with his sharp claws, Sin tested the ground beneath him. The snow in some parts was a little slushed, so he was sure that beneath other parts there would be slick ice patches as well. The perfect ground to outwit and out maneuver an opponent, though it could pose a problem for him too if he wasn't careful. Sharply, he raised his head to the sky and called out to any who might be nearby. The bloodied angel's fangs revealed themselves, his body quivering in anticipation for what was to come. Thirsty for who ever would come before him.
"Speech"
