The unnamed sat and watched as two of the people began to fight; one with her hair, the other with fists. Still, as long as neither attacked him he didn't care much and continued to watch.
However, he couldn't watch for long as his attention was drawn by something new. Another figure approached from across the crowded room, but this one didn't even seem human. It's form was covered in scales, not unlike the ones that the figure hated so, and had wide wings.
The unnamed didn't even realize that he was beginning to clench his left hand into a tight fist. His agitation and fear began to rise at the sight of something that seemed to represent everything that he hated about his curse.
Perhaps this is the same curse? He thought. Perhaps with time that will be my fate as well? To have this monstrosity cover my entire being as well? A true warrior lost to a monstrous form like that?
Then something else happened. The figure suddenly felt words entering his mind without using his ears. The words themselves were still the incomprehensible southern tongue, a weak language for a weak people. But there was no escaping or ignoring there presence.
The northerner's fear and anger suddenly skyrocketed. Of all the dark magics that the old crones back home told stories of, the ones that affected the mind were the worst; capable of ripping away or corrupting a man's soul even.
No! Out corrupting demon! I won't let you bring this curse upon me anymore! Never! Out! Out! Out!
"Null!" He screamed as he shot to his feet. The word meant 'out' in his own language, not that he expected anyone here to know that. He gave a bestial scream as he lashed out with his left arm in a brutal hook towards the mental interloper.
