Thread: Coup de Ville

Soon enough, Reagan could tell the intensity in the place was beginning to build. He didn't care which one of these low-class bastards came his way while he was in his feral form, but the one thing that would matter is if someone made any mistake, they were sure to pay for it in full. Two goblins came at him followed by another one of those huge rock golems, making Reagan snarl voraciously at the trio coming his way. Oh, so you motherfuckers wanna play too, huh?! Reagan spat out viciously. Well come for me if you're coming! I'll tear you little bitches apart! He added as he was soon met by the three coming at him like he demanded them to. The two goblins ran to his sides in an attempt to grab for his legs, but Reagan only smirked beastly as he jumped back from the two towards the bloodthirsty crowd. It turned out to be a bit of a bad move on his part when he felt a minotaur hook his arms up from underneath, holding him there securely before calling over to the rock golem. The golem in question simply smirked at the sight, seeing a defenseless werewolf thrashing about like a caged animal - quite literally - trying to break free from the minotaur's iron grip. Without hesitation, the golem marched over quickly and stopped before unloading heavy handed blows into the werewolf's stomach and face, making Reagan either nearly puke his guts out or crack his skull. Five more shots like this soon followed before the minotaur felt the werewolf go limp, having sunk into unconsciousness. Seeing that he was all bark and no bite, the minotaur simply dropped Reagan facefirst into the ground. The werewolf would remain that way for about several moments, his limbs twitching on occasion. But after about five minutes of trying to wake up fro it, Reagan's eyes slowly opened as he strained himself to get up onto his feet. But there was now something completely different about him when he opened his eyes, something that really began to say that those two imbeciles shouldn't have done that. There was nothing but pure unadulterated rage blasting through each vein, artery and capillary now, and with it, came a look of hatred blazing freely in those harvest moon colored eyes of his, breathing heavily through tightly gnashed teeth. Much to the minotaur's shock, he watched along with the rock golem as the werewolf began to stand up onto his thickly padded feet. Once there, Reagan first looked towards the minotaur first with that same incensed look on his face before he threw his hands out quickly, grabbing him by the horns then dragged him out into the pit. From there, the two began to wrestle each, the minotaur screaming for someone to get this batshit insane werewolf off of him, but oddly enough, there was no one in the crowd that was willing to go and help him. This kept up for a good couple of minutes before Reagan got the minotaur to stop moving around with a well placed kick to the junk as he still held onto his horns, getting him to drop onto both knees. As he continued to hold him there, Reagan began to exert every ounce of force he had in his body, pulling at the horns the minotaur had harder and harder still, looking to either break his head open or rip those horns off of his head. Soon enough, a bone chilling crack echoed out as Reagan forcibly ripped those horns out of the minotaur's head with a vengeance. The result would get a pained bellow out of the minotaur but a crazed delightful amount of glee from the crowd as Reagan held the bloody horns for all to see and witness. But no. Reagan wasn't done here yet. He looked towards the rock golem who was now back away from him mostly out of fear, wondering what in the hell he was going to do with those things. The answer would come in the form of the werewolf throwing those things at him, catching the golem off guard when they tossed directly into his eyes, making the oversized stone monster stagger about blindly. Soon enough, Reagan began to notice the music was starting to die down, causing him to look about slowly in his altered state still when he then noticed the lead singer coming out to separate everyone and then announced something called, The Wall Of Death. Reagan simply narrowed his eyes at the singer, wondering just what in the hell he was talking about, but the instructions were relatively simple to understand. One group of crazed motherfuckers here, the other group there. Nodding simply, Reagan soon took his spot on the left side of the room. As he scanned his eyes around, who else did he see but the vampire he had crossed paths with earlier. Despite his head was ringing from those stone fists he took to the face and stomach from earlier, Reagan was still all hyped up on his own adrenaline, not even caring if he was in pain. he simply pointed at the vampire and growled at him in a feral manner, looking to rip his head clean off of his shoulders before emitting a war cry like snarl at him. When the countdown began, Reagan's body dropped down onto his hands and feet, snarling even angrier at the vampire, showing his intentions to him with bared fangs and teeth. From the word go, Reagan released his restraints on his hostility, tilting his head upwards and howled deliriously to the ceiling before he charged in after the vampire at a speed that seemed right on par with anyone of his species. Soon enough, he saw that the vampire had launched himself high into the air, looking to crash into him. YOU'RE MINE, YOU FUCKING COCKSUCKER!!! Reagan snarled up to him as he pushed off both hands and padded feet, launching himself up after him with talons extended out and ready to brawl.