[Training] First Lust

Edmund felt a surge of fear over his raging bloodlust as the man turned into the most massive snake he'd ever seen. The molten tiger didn't even have a second to celebrate his final successful blow before he was sent into the air yet again. Now, the Ancient might be more durable in this form then his natural one, but he'd long since reached his limit. It was only bloodlust and adrenaline that had gotten him this far. And as he crashed to the ground, they reached their limit. Letting out a pained cry, Edmund's legs gave out as he tried to get up. Falling onto his side, the molten tiger heaved, his entire body throbbing. Black spots danced in his vision and soon the tiger's form was slowly peeling back. Soon all that remained was Edmund. The injured Ancient let out a whimper and curled up into the fetal position, hands coming up to cover his head and horns should another blow rain down upon him. His tail too, curled up around his body, tucking under so as not to be stepped on. The bloodlust in Edmund raged but he was in too much pain for its call to be louder than a whisper. He didn't even have a chance to say a word before he was unconscious. Edmund would later be found by an older, wiser, Ancient with powerful bloodboon magic who would heal him. But for now, he was at Noah's mercy. And with the man being twice his age with an entire war of experience, the odds were certainly not in his favor. Edmund the prince of torchline