Rabid Dog. [NANASHI]

“?” Beryl looked up once he heard an extremely deep masculine voice. Once he got a good look of who the voice belonged to, his eyes widened, and he stared in silence. It belonged to some buff humanoid dog-person dressed in the absolute minimal amount of clothing. What clothing he did have was decorated with bright colors and expensive jewelry. He looked like one of those desert princes except Beryl had no clue how a talking dog managed to get so many valuables.

Maybe he robbed people for all that stuff.

“He’s fine,” Beryl finally huffed out, hurriedly trying to stuff the bandit’s money into his own pants pocket. He continued rummaging through the bandit’s belongings just to make sure that there wasn’t anything else that he could take for himself. “He’s just … out of it right now. Drunk.” Yeah, that seemed like a good enough explanation, not that Beryl just nailed the guy with his car or anything. “Just take this guy to Elati. It’s not too far from here. They should be able to fix him up there.” A stray bill slipped out of the dark-skinned male’s pocket. Beryl held his breath, watching as the bill fluttered down towards the ground. In a hurry, he picked it up and stuffed it back into his pocket all while trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

It didn’t turn out that well. Nanashi was bound to ask more questions.

Now, it was Beryl’s cue to dip out.

“I’m going now.” Beryl speed-walked towards his car and flung open the driver’s side door. Hurriedly, he tried to ram the key into the ignition before turning it on. If Nanashi didn’t do anything to stop him, Beryl would floor the gas pedal and speed off into the distance towards Elati.

“This guy looks like he eats people for lunch. I’m not dealing with this.”

Nanashi

Something was wrong. The car wasn’t moving.

“What the--?” Beryl opened the door slightly and peered down at his car’s wheels; the sight would scar him for the rest of his life. Swathes of sinister, black sand swirled around the car’s expensive tires, caking and scratching up the shiny, priceless rims. Beryl’s car was like a child to him; it was one of the cleanest cars in all of Fiore with the best paint job, the best specifications and the best rims. Now, it was a shadow of its former self; it was dirty, used and abused, crusty and raggedy just like Nanashi. “B-Black sand?!” Beryl’s pupils dilated slightly as he looked over his shoulder at the angry jackal. The hood of his car was wide open thus allowing Beryl to get a good look at the God Slayer demonstrating his abilities. A God Slayer – the scum of the earth along with Dragon and Devil Slayers – ruined his car and then had the nerve to say that he would be forced to take drastic measures if he didn’t return the money to the same exact person who tried to rob him? Slowly, Beryl opened the car door and stepped out; his head was tilted downward.

The lacrima brace around his right wrist whirred quietly; it circulated magical energy through Beryl’s body – energy that specifically targeted the dark-skinned man’s neural synapses and muscles. His already startling speed was now even more ridiculous, but Nanashi wouldn’t figure that out until it was too late. Keeping his leisurely pace, Beryl navigated around his car and stood a couple of feet away from Nanashi. He made note about the swelling magical energy in the air, the black sand swallowing up his car as well as the still downed bandit at his feet. With a grunt, the injured highwayman reached up with a tanned hand towards Beryl’s pantsleg. With a dismissive glance, Beryl kicked the guy in the head, causing him to groan in agony; his arm dropped like a dead weight back down towards the ground. “A half-naked, bipedal talking dog is a God Slayer? This is truly something.” Beryl smirked humorlessly. “Either way, you’re just like the rest of the Slayers, and I’m starting to get sick of all of you.”

The silence that followed was near stifling.

The only indication of what was to come next was a slight shift in Beryl’s legs. Then, he bolted forward, speed absolutely blistering; it was great enough to where Nanashi would have extreme difficulty keeping up with Beryl’s movements. However, it wasn’t totally impossible. Once Beryl got close, he aimed to grab the much taller and larger jackal, his grip equivalent to a damn bear trap on steroids. If he was successful, he’d attempt to ram his left knee into Nanashi’s muscled stomach, pick Nanashi up, enough to where the jackal’s clawed feet were clean off of the ground before slamming him hard into the desert road. Beryl’s strength was a league above Nanashi’s even if the jackal was literally twice the dark-skinned human’s size.

Beryl would try and pin Nanashi to the ground, using his superior strength to keep the God Slayer in place before wailing on the jackal’s face with rapid fire, fierce punches.

MP: [ 1 | 5 ]
STATS: STRENGTH - B; SPEED - A [BOOSTED]

SPOILER: Click to show

NAME: Synapse Inducer
RANK: C
TYPE: Support
MAGIC: Non-Mage
MODS: Speed Boost
DESCRIPTION: Beryl activates his Lacrima Brace; the device then stimulates his neural synapses through concentrated yet controlled magical power, boosting his speed and reaction time for three posts.
MP COST: 3 MP

NAME: Beatdown
RANK: C
TYPE: Attack
MAGIC: Non-Mage
MODS: ---
DESCRIPTION: Beryl grabs his target, essentially manhandling them before assaulting them with furious blows ranging from punches to the face to double-handed grabs around the throat to knee strikes to the stomach. Beryl can also choose to take an opponent down to the ground and pinning them before unleashing his strikes.
MP COST: 1 MP

Nanashi