The grass on the ground dancing in the wind. Blowing south, in the direction that both the woman and The Monster stand in front of Keith.
The wind blowing on their skin. The pole seamlessly evaporated as soon as Keith grabbed it. Right after the red armor entered into his leg, cutting off The Monsters finger. Later forming an armor ranging from his chest, to the tips of his fingers.
His eyes are closed. His body still. As if stuck to where he is standing. The armor vibrating and pulsing. Looking as if it is slowly spreading from his chest down his shirt. At a slow pace pace.
The yellow eyes people are standing there. The woman staring at Keith, The Man staring at her, as his body grows small. His clothes still intact under the mass of fur that he had on earlier.
"Did you hear me…? He will resign!"
Her voice doesn't hold a hint of fear but of caution. She has her right hand out holding The Monster back. As The Monster is slowly turning back into a man.
Keith stays quiet, now, no longer heaving for his breathe. His body, only now starts to move, but not a lot. He's weaving back and forth in place. His eyes still closed.
The woman steps back, trying to push The, now, Man, but he doesn't budge. He stands there. She turns toward him, facing only her body at Keith.
The Man is angry. Staring at her in rage. Something that completely disagrees with his earlier appearance, of a man that was composed and smart.
His face not just full of rage but completely contorted in it. If he was in the form of The Monster it would put fear into anyone's eye, good thing Keith's eyes are closed.
The armor pulsates more and it is very slowly changing before it only enveloped his chest and arms. Now, it's slowly making its way down toward his stomach.
The shapes it makes while it moves is a faint red line. Like it slowly crawling down in a straight path. Determined to take his stomach.
"What do you mean! I'm not forfeiting! He's my prey and I'm the hunter!!"
He slapped the woman's arm out of the way. Taking one step forward, he's put to a stop. She has him in a bind, literally. She seems to have him tied up in a wire that has been spread across his arm.
"Take my arm, I'll heal it soon enough anyway!"
The man yells, showing his finger that was supposedly slash right off of his hand. His finger. Looks almost exactly like the red lines forming on the armor. Only this time it has smoke coming off of it.
The bone is healing from the part it was cut. Right behind the bone is the veins. Then the meat, lastly the skin. That will be soon though. For now his finger is regenerating.
The man walks again. Slowly his arm gets cuts. More and more, blood spewing out of it. The woman releases the wire. Freeing his arm. Leaving small wounds that heal in mere seconds. Slowly he makes his way almost face to face with the unconscious Keith.
Once again she stands between them. The man about five feet away from him, ready to transform again. His face, contorting even more into anger.
"God f*cking damn it! What the f*ck is the matter with you!?"
"He has something and I want it, but I'm feeling now would be a bad time. It tells me this timing is bad and… it scares me."
She takes a look back to the unconscious Keith. Standing there weaving back and forth slowly as the red armor now makes it way down to his midsection of his stomach.
"My pride won't let me lose!"
"He has something that scares me!! I want to take what scares me, so no one can scare me! Now's not the time!"
"Look at him, now IS the perfect time!"
The man pushes past her completely ignoring her warning. Slowly transforming. His claw that was cut now almost completely healed. His skin starts growing a mass amount of fur. His arm growing longer, his face growing a snout, ears growing bigger and pointed. The palms of his hands, now bigger than Keith's head. His teeth turn sharp. This form is different. Before he just grew fur and grow claws. Now look at him.
Looking almost like a werewolf at night. His height even slowly gaining. His legs start stretching making him taller. Closer and closer he gets to Keith. Standing asleep.
The woman walks away. Whispering something to herself. Something so quiet that not the unconscious Keith would have heard nor would The Monster. Something ominous.
"Pride, you will die this battle."
The woman leaves. Just like she approached. Moving so fast as if teleporting. Breaking line of sight with Pride and Keith but still watching. Observing them but staying hidden.
Face to face, Pride towering over Keith. Keith still standing there, weaving back and forth, not opening his eyes once. His eyes still shut. Not concerned about The Monster standing over him.
"Boy, wake up… tonight you die."
He starts crackling, his voice extremely gruff. He tries pushing Keith back. His arm is swatted away. Something moved fast enough to push away the hand the size of his head away with ease. That shuts Pride up instantly.
"You, bastard!"
Pride throws a punch down toward Keith's face, with his right arm. It gets stopped in its place. Keith arm this time stops it. The fist bigger, growing well past his arm is stopped instead. Keith, stopped it and never moved.
Pride tilts his head surprised. In the next moment he throws a punch with his left arm. Trying to catch him off guard. That doesn't work. Keith caught the other fist. Both fist stopped by an open palmed Keith.
Keith picks up his right leg and stands, leaning back on his left leg. After he lunges forward kicking Pride in the middle of his mass of fur. Making him go flying back, nearly flying right into the woods. Pride stops, digging his claw deep into the ground slowing down. Crouched down into a knee with his now healed hand on the ground holding him up.
Standing in the middle of the opening. Now completely still, Keith opens his eyes. They glow a different color, instead of the same black colored eyes. It grow red. A bright red, that could rival the color of a sea of blood. Something else is in his eyes, the irises of the eyes, but it can't be made out what it is.
His presence also changed, so did the armor. Now it has fully encased his stomach now reaching toward his legs. His upper thighs have been nearly already encased. It seems to start growing faster.
Looking up Pride has to pick his head up to look at Keith. Keith stares down at Pride his red eyes. Judging him, staring at a monster.
"Your… YOUR DEAD!!!"
Prides voices shake the area. He lunges at Keith from his crouched position. Claws forward. Ready to slash at Keith. The armor on Keith's right arm start disappearing, quickly. In its place a sharp red, subtly vibrating spear immediately begins growing.
Pride closes the distance between them, before the spear can even be pointed toward him. He slashes at Keith's face feeling contact. His momentum makes his go running past Keith. He stops and turns toward Keith.
He starts laughing, a crazy maniacal laugh. Keith turned away from him. Holding the spear. Slowly he turns showing his body then his face. His face is being covered by a red colored metal plate. That is growing from his chest. The claw marks on the metal plating covering his face. The marks slowly start to disappear leaving the metal plate covering Keith's face looking as if it never got hit at all.
The metal plating armor doesn't go around Keith head. Leaving his braided hair free. Only covering his face, and blocking his neck. It also seems to be see through, as Keith bright red eyes can be seen from within it.
Pride growls. In pure anger. His face even contorts to show it. Hate. That's what he's feeling "Hate" because someone that was just his prey is now fighting back. He's the hunter. He should be towering over you, you should be groveling with fear in your eyes.
That's not the eyes that Keith has though. The eyes that Keith has is the eyes of someone who is superior.
"I'm Pride!! Im Pride!! You understand! I'm better than you in every way. The very fact that I'm here ready to kill you should make you afraid. You are my Prey!"
Once more Pride, with his mass of fur lunges toward Keith. Slashing at him. His claw growing even more out of his finger, even sharper.
Keith side steps out of the way, instead raising the spear high and giving a downward slash toward Pride with the tip instead. Giving him a deep wound on the side of midsection.
The tip of the spear covered in blood as dark as the eyes of Keith. The blood starts to be absorbed by the spear. Entering into the armor giving it an even darker shade of red.
"Pain, I have never felt… Pain?"
Pride. Turns again. Hurt holding his open wound with his hand. Staring into the eyes of Keith. Something inside him. It's telling him to run. That this isn't a battle that can be won.
Keith starts walking in the direction of Pride in his form of a monster. His spear trailing behind him. Digging into the ground. Making a path, in the dirt following him.
"You win, I'll re—."
He can't physically finish that sentence. The words get choked up in his throat. He then proceeds to vomit out blood. Disgusting, chunky, bright red blood.
He is Pride. Understanding that he has lost will make him lose his Pride. Meaning he is just another one of them. He won't become just another one of them he's a hunter and he's the best hunter never once losing his prey.
Keith now standing over Pride throws his spear down on the blood. The spear strikes down right in front of the The Monster. Following after the spear, Keith. Covered in the red, metal armor. Slowly the metal absorbs the blood.
The armor now grows more. First encasing, Keith from the chest to his arms. Now, from the chest, covering his stomach. Finally near completion of covering his legs. Leaving him in an armor of red. That shines brighter than his eyes in the moon light.
Pride confused by the what just happened, steps back, trips and dropped down. Landing flat on his ass. His wound healing. First from the inside and outer edges of the cut, to the middle. Making its bones and then muscle, then the fur.
It seems the Monster and The Man hold the same brain. Different body. Hence why the cloths never tore when he switched from Man to Beast and why he wasn't naked from Beast to Man.
Standing up once again. He shows fear in his beady yellow eyes. Scared that his prey, has turned him into the prey. That infuriates the Monster even more. His claws grow sharper, longer and his height grows even taller.
His fur even becomes more pronounced. Making him even bigger, not just taller. Like a polar bear. Making him tougher to cut. His wound healed faster that before. His deep cut on his midsection healed fast. Not instantly but fast enough to notice the difference.
Keith makes his way over toward Pride. Grabbing his spear out the ground. From fight in front of The Monster. He spins it and holds the hilt against the back of his arm and the tip of the blade down, pointing to the ground. The grass that was previously red with blood. Now back to it's normal green shade with small ugly chunks.
Keith stands in front of the monster. That grew taller. More pronounced fur and even sharper claws, but there isn't much fear in his eyes. Really his eyes aren't showing much. Mostly because his eyes feel dead as of right now.
Pride staring down at a man that is massively smaller than him. Covered in the armor of red and a mask that blocks his face. Letting his braids stay open in the air.
Keith's red eyes hold more fight, compared to the scared, running Keith. The man now here looks and feels as if he's completely changed.