Jon stood in front of what seemed to be a school building in what could only be described as a post apocalyptic World, broken buildings, smoke choked grey skies and ash in the air.
He stood bloodied and weak bodies littered around him.
This World was so much more different to what he knew, survival of the fittest was the game in a world that put man in a situation reminiscent of the jungle or even worse. His musings didn't stop him from rolling on the floor once he got the warning though; his sharpened senses had felt the sudden shift in the air and so his would be assassin's blade missed.
Standing up to face his suprised assailant, Jon's eyes began to take on a yellow glow his hair straightening as they stood on end , senses sharpening.
" What a suprise truly worthy of the name Cat sage." A small smile playing on his lips; the only expose part of his body. Hissing like a cat, Jon lunged at the hoodies figure.
The figure moved like the whole fight was one very effortless well practiced performance. He didn't even bother to attack simply dodging each and every attack.
"Don't tell me this is all you have to offer great sage, that this is all you could achieve with instinct like yours."
Making his first move of the confrontation, the figure caught one of Jon's many punches with one hand before kneeing him in the stomach.Jon collapsed to his knees his mouth bleeding.
"So much strength, so much ferocity in your strikes as expected of a wild cat..."
A back hand sent Jon flying a few feet his blood adding to red on the floor.
"...Where is the grace of a cat, the cunning of a predator..."
Moving so fast he seemed to become a blur for a moment, the figure delivered another kick to Jon's midriff causing him to fly another few feet till he hit the wall.
"... Where is the challenge I was promised you disgusting weakling !!?!"
Lifting Jon up with one hand, the figure punched him again and again in the face.
Face swollen, mouth bleeding , Jon still managed to look the figure in the face his first attempt at communication since the siege started.
"I was never the promised challenge..."
Even if his words were barely above a whisper, the figure heard and his confusion made him stay his hand.
"What did you say ?"
Looking at him ....no at her in the eye,Jon smiled a toothy and bloody smile.
"Meet Talos "
The black blurr went for the throat.