FIGHT CLUB;; O, Privateer tryouts

[Ilijas]

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Beneath reserved smiles and a gentlemanly facade, a honed killed lurked. Ilijas, through the amnesia and general fog that muddled his mind, knew that. Well. He would try his hand here not because the promise of power particularly lulled him in but more so because he was interested in seeing what he truly was capable of. Following his time on that island under the affects of the potion, he had learned a lot about himself- more so than he thought he was ready to handle. He had killed. Many. And with reckless abandon. He would do it again for himself, for the few friends he had made so far, and of course, for his new home... for the Typhoon. This tryout would only be a testament to his dedication and combative prowess- he was sure of it.

Stepping into the ring, Ilijas would toss a look casually in Beatrice's direction, something looser about him today, happier. [b][color=gray]"Shall we show Argus what the power of teamwork looks like?" He inquired in a low, humorous tone, a single brow arching. Usually, he preferred to work alone. He was strong enough to handle multiple opponents by himself but there was something interesting in even the idea of finally putting that part of him aside in favor of teamwork, in favor of Beatrice. Casting a brief smile in her direction, he would fixate his attention upon Argus, claws escaping their sheathes. He was ready.