[Darkling]

Supressing a smile from underneath his mask, removing it to reveal his face. A more excited look on his face than scared.
"If death is whats going to happen here, im going to make sure its not going to be mine this day"
Taking an offensive stance, claws rasied in a combat posture. Not giving the creatures any time to come any closer, Arawn leaps forward with a push of his legs. claws extended letting posions flow from their glands to coat them in its slick moisture, with fast reflexies slicing at vital or exposed areas on the body of the creatures, letting out a bitter snarl from his throat.