Welcome to Altir City! (Closed)

Aaron gave Nykidia a silent death glare, but quieted down some. Though he didn't do anything more to calm his rage as his gaze shifted, constantly looking for some reason to snap again. His thoughts barely registered how high he was, yet still he paid no attention to how hard he gripped Nykidia's forearms. He was still being handed off, and it was adding another thing to the list to be frustrated about. He was a ticking time bomb, waiting until they caught up to the man that had taken Eberaus. I swear I'm gonna kill him.

He nonchalantly slung the still passed out Eberaus across his shoulder. The male walked calmly forward. His hand was just reaching towards the door handle, when the door swung full force outwards, smacking him right in the face. In response, he ended up dropping his cargo, grabbing his face.
"OW! WHAT THE FUCK?!?!"
"Who do I…oh, it's just you."
Standing there was a rather strange looking humanoid male. He seemed to have aquatic qualities, fins where ears would be, the clothing he was currently wearing suggested a suit made for water. Though probably the most unsettling thing was the sharp, serrated fangs lining his jaws like a shark.
Either way, the male glanced towards the other, "Well, don't just stand there wraith, take the goods and deliver. Don't have time for whatever shit you have."
The other was growling darkly under his breath. His golden eyes swirled to bright red as he glared at the other. A soft hiss seemed to come from around his throat where Roric was curled around in its serpent form. Though he bit back a sarcastic comment, simply grabbing Eberaus once again.
As he was passing the other, he spoke, "Shark boy, keep on the look out. I was being trailed here. Don't know why anyone would be so interested in this guy, even if he is an outworlder. I mean, not like you or myself belong here either."
"Just shut it and do your job, before I tear a new hole in you."
There was a sigh, but the wraith did indeed head inside.

Aaron relaxed slightly as his grip loosened, only to growl as he snapped at the siren. "BACK OFF. I'll calm down if I want to! Stop messing with my head!" He yelled. He changed his death glare to be aimed at Nysaxiope. He had told her to not use her magic on him earlier, yet here she was trying to mess with his emotions. He didn't care if it was to calm him down, he'd control his own emotions. He noticed two males approached, ones he didn't know. Why the h-ll am I the only one having to be carried? "Who are you?" He demanded, not being any friendlier to him than he was the others.
"SH-T!" He exclaimed, not giving the others time to answer as he spotted the man talking to someone, "They're going into some building!"

"Welp! I've always preferred inside fights anyway." Nykidia said as she jumped off the building next to the door. She set Aaron down as gentle as possible. "Is everybody ready to fight?" Nykidia yelled with Night's voice slightly interlaced.

There wasn't really any way to talk sense into Aaron right now, and even if it was true he didn't like being told he wasn't in control of himself. Still he tried to listen to Nykidia and hold back his anger a bit longer, at least a part of him recognizing it was best to not fight those helping. He appreciated being set down at least. Though it wouldn't calm him down. Aaron growled as Nykidia yelled, absolutely ready for a fight. They're going to regret what they did.

"Oi, looky here. How nice, chum was dropped off right by my door."
The shark-like male stepped forward, flashing a fang-filled grin. The fins along his head seemed to flare outwards, eyes glowing brightly. His skin seemed to shimmer, an unnatural pale to where it was nearly a very light blue.
"My mistress will be very pleased once I finish cleaning up this mess."

That was it. The man's comment pushed Aaron over the edge. There was no reasoning with him as a dark smile slipped on his face, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he looked to the shark-like male. He let the magic wildly flickering as he let it form strings. Wrapping them around the male he pulled him closer, getting in his face as he placed a hand behind his back. "You're going to regret saying that when you can't finished the job." He said, his words mocking and tone dark. Behind his back he summoned his knife-life weapon from earlier, meeting the man's eyes before showing the blade. He cut some of the strings that pulled the man close, leaving the rest to pull him back quickly into the wall of the building. The strings making the impact harsh before the magic disappeared. He wasn't thinking straight, laughing a bit before readying himself to fight. He just knew he wanted to send a message that you don't mess with a kitsune, at least not him, without suffering some sort of consequence.

One moment he was standing, lowering himself into a launching position, then next thing he knew he was wrapped up and slung across the space right into a wall. Following up was a sudden jolt running through his body. The male grunted, falling down to his hands and knees. He staid there for several moments, then a chuckle came from him.
"Heh, that all ya got mate? I was treated worse back in the labs."
Without warning, he then launched himself towards Aaron. The male was swift, racing forward, then suddenly going into a slide. He swung his legs down, aiming to knock to other right off his feet. He knew once the other was down on the ground, he would have full advantage. Sure, this wasn't even his full potential, being on land.

Aaron didn't react quick enough and was knocked off balance, falling and close to falling face first. He growled, "I can do a whole lot worse." He shifted into a fox, jumping onto his opponent before he could get up from his slide. Snarling he snapped at the shark hybrid, digging his claws into him as the man got up. He was ignoring his surroundings, focusing on trying to get to the man's throat. A growl coming from him as he snapped his jaws. At the same time he was doing his best to use strings to keep the shark-man down.

Now, he had not been expecting the other to suddenly shift into a fox. That completely caught him off guard. The male felt claws dig into his hard flesh, managing to puncture through. Sure, several copies of this certain individual were created, but the scent betrayed the main one. Though the constant shock was starting to get annoying to him.
The male released a snarl, getting back onto his feet. He flailed madly, trying to get the other off of him. The fact he was on land wasn't really helping him at the moment. He had no advantages on land, he needed to get back, retreat to the space he knew he would have full advantage. Though at the moment it was proving to be difficult to retreat backwards. The strings seemed to appear again, trying to keep him down.
He growled, swinging his head back as those other's fangs came awfully close to his throat. The male knew the consequences should the other get a death grip right there. Either be suffocated, or have his throat torn out. Neither one he really wanted right then. He swiftly moved an arm, blocking the front of his throat, waiting for fangs to sink down there. Least it would be his arm, there was time to recover from that.
"You that bad off in a fight you need someone to aid you from the sidelines? Pathetic. Even I'm not so low as to get someone to help me in the background."
It seemed the male knew the sudden jolts weren't being created by the male he was entangled with. Maybe he could sense it, or something else.

Being twice the size of a normal fox Aaron had given him some advantage in strength, and his rage fueled him even more as his opponent continued his insults. His eyes were wild and angry as his teeth clamped down on the man's arm, biting down until there was a satisfying snap. The blood coated his teeth, filling his mouth with a wretched metallic taste. Yet he wasn't done yet as he shook his shark humanoid's arm, pulling back with furious glare as he remained determined to protect his throat.
He may be uncontrollable, but there was some thought process to his madness. His hind legs raked the man's stomach as he tried to stay on while he thought of a new plan, his mind coming up with one quickly as if he had killed before. He had of course, and it made him all the more dangerous. He struggled to stay on as he forced himself to get a bit higher, attempting to claw at the back of the shark male's neck. Hopefully he could kill him that way, growling as the man flailed.
His ears went up as he heard Nysaxiope start singing. Only to ignore it as he went back to his task, jaws still snapping in case his enemy got his hands too close. While the others were busy with singing or electricity Aaron refused to let go, digging his claws in as hard as he could. He wasn't thinking at this point, he was just trying to kill.

There was a maniacal eruption of laughter as the electricity continued to course through him. It was almost frightening how well the male was taking the pain. It really was as if he had been and felt such sensations before…to where he shook it off and instead found it amusing.
"You say he doesn't need you, yet there you are. But please do continue, I haven't been in this much pain since…"
His line was cut short as he heard a voice. Something strange started to try and surface. His defense was lowered as that voice continued. It was so…annoying…hideously annoying…he wanted it to stop…he needed it to shut up…
The male's yellow eyes shifted to the side, to only feel himself get shoved downwards. The fangs that wrapped around his arm continued to crush downwards, till he felt the bone give way to the pressure. He was definitely at a disadvantage now, and he knew it. Too many all at once, if it had been a one-on-one, the male would have kept going, but even this was starting to become a bit much for him. He was created for war, created to withstand harsh elements and weaponry, but most of that took place beneath the waves. He could handle himself well enough on land, but it was in the water he truly shined.
He forced himself to stand, bringing his other arm around. Without a second thought, he snagged Aaron by his tail, then with a powerful toss, slammed the fox into the ground. Though, as soon as he was free, did the male start to make a hasty retreat.
Despite the wounds, he was moving pretty damn fast. Though even if he was managing to retreat, a trail of unnatural bright blue blood was left behind. He was quick to escape back into the massive building, disappearing from view. Most likely to recuperate some, or at least try to a little bit.
Though the male had a feeling those others would be close behind…