Fang Over Fang

The maniacal devil had made it. The place that had called him from afar with the wavering scent of blood and bones. He was on a mission, and that was to collect for his shiny new accessory. He had a small collection already, but he wanted more and what better place to look then this? The black behemoth stalked upon the lands, crazed yellow gaze seeking out someone to pry a shiny new fang from. He saw others in the midst of their quarrels, but he wanted someone fresh, someone not already battered and weakened. Perhaps he'd get that today, perhaps not. But he wouldn't return to his waiting sister until he emerged victorious, or at least leave with the tang of his own blood in the air. The demon stopped near a fallen victim, the rancid stench rising from the creatures body behind him as Diablo stood a few feet from it, inhaling the scent quite strongly as he swept the scene. It was a fairly decent sized area for a good fight, the arena was swept clean by the winds efforts, though there lay a few scattered rocks they wouldn't be too much bother. With a wicked grin, he couldn't wait any longer. Throwing back his head, he released an eerie howl for someone nearby, and hopefully he'd get an answer. The shaggy black dog needed to taste blood, and spill it. Be it his or his opponents, he wouldn't go home until he'd had his fill of teeth on flesh.

"Speech"