The Avenge of the Strength. Fight with Strife. Amazica Arena.

Something had washed up on the white sandy beaches of the island, at first inspection it may look like a small log or a large piece of driftwood, but it was a boy. No ordinary boy though, and certainly not human. He had soft black furry wolf ears on top of his head, and a plush furry tail with a white tip. Then there were his claws, on each finger and toe he had black razor sharp claws. His face was filthy but he looked very young; though he was much older than you would guess if you took a look at him. He was wearing an almost skin tight black suit, there was a long cut through the middle though. There was also the remains of a mask around one eye and a dented metal mask with a broken strap stuck on his suit's shoulder plate.

Shadow Wolf slowly opened his eyes to an unfamiliar scene. The last thing he remembered he was on a boat investigating a smuggling ring when a woman with a strange sword in some high-tech ninja suit appeared in front of him and nearly sliced him in two. He placed his hand on his stomach and felt around. The wound was gone without a trace; all that meant though was that it couldn't have happened less than a minute ago. He cautiously got up, not wanting to draw attention to himself if there was anyone around. It was night now, so it had probably been a few hours since he was on the ship. He looked out at the ocean in hopes of catching a glimpse of some kind of watercraft but there was nothing. Just an endless blue plane of water. He turned back to the island; there was a big jungle here. Though he had grown up in Antarctica when he left he had found out that his body was extremely well suited to these sorts of environments. Then something caught his eye; a blue light above the treetops coming from the middle of the island. He made his way into the jungle. Perhaps this was his way off this rock.

The wind had picked up significantly. Wolf looked up and saw the clouds darkening. A storm was coming. He knew he had to get into the relative safety of the jungle. His ears perked up as he heard something behind him. The boy turned around an saw a huge wave coming at the beach. He was running out of time. With one quick push of his legs he was in the air. He twisted his body around and faced the jungle. The wave grew louder and closer, he was really in a bind now, but he knew he could make it. The moment his feet touched the sand it practically exploded, in just a few seconds he was moving at top speed, around 100mph. The wave crashed on the shore behind him, but he was already in the jungle.

He was safe now, safer than out in the middle of the storm anyway, probably. He tuned his senses to everything around him, he heard many heartbeats and saw flora and fauna that were entirely new to him. He climbed up a nearby tree with his claws and looked around. He needed something to eat, but he hoped he could find something familiar that he knew was safe for consumption. He licked the inside of his mouth in anticipation, his tongue bled a little after he accidentally pricked it on one of his fangs. The taste was refreshing, it felt like he hadn't eaten in days, perhaps he hadn't. There was no way to be sure how long he had been in the ocean or on that beach. But he knew he needed to eat soon or he could be in trouble when he was attacked, something that he learned from experience in jungles was going to happen. It was only a question of when.

Wolf heard something move and turned toward the viper as it launched itself at him. The viper was fast but he was faster. Before it could bite his neck he grabbed it out of the air. He stared at it for a second. The meat would be fine but he couldn't eat the head on account of the poison. The viper wriggled and lashed out with it's tail but it was no use. He grabbed on with his other hand and moved his first one up so it was keeping it's mouth closed. He licked his lips and bite through the neck, then let the head fall to the ground. It was a big snake, he had seen a few larger vipers in some rather exotic places but it was still unusually large. He made a small slit into it's skin and peeled it off, and then pulled out the guts. It was about time he had a decent meal, even if it had tried to make a meal of him. He smiled at the irony and took a big bite.

(I hope that doesn't count as auto-hitting. I figured it wouldn't since it was just a snake, and wouldn't pose a real threat. Plus you're bringing out an ogre/troll and he needed food fast. )

When the giant snake showed up Wolf just stood there for a second. He didn't see this coming that's for sure. A light blue energy poured out from his hands. Then he made some movements that looked like tai-chi and he pointed his hands at the snake. A blue wave of chi shot from his hands and blew apart the water that was shot at him, and then continued at the snake. When it hit it would send the snake flying back. He then Jumped over it and chi enveloped his hands. While he soared through the air he aimed at the snake and thrust his arms forward rapidly. It looked like nothing had happened but near invisible chi energy had been shot at the snake. When it made contact there would be hundreds of punctures in the snake.

(Have I stopped holding back enough?)

Wolf smiled when his attacks connected. They had taken a toll on the snake but it was still alive. When the snake shot another blast of super heated water at him he clapped his hands together and the a chi blade exploded forward and split the water around him. He then jumped into the snakes open mouth, and ran down it's throat. When he finally made it to it's stomach his whole body started radiating chi. "Time to end this".

(That is officially my shortest post ever, but I guess here it doesn't matter. I think after a few more fights I want him to make it to the arena and meet Sai)

The stench was awful, almost like sticking your face in sewer water. He yanked his bottom mask's strap off his shoulder plate and held it firmly against his face. It helped keep out the putrid stink and kept his olfactory senses intact. His body was covered in the smelly goo; he shuddered and violently shook off as much of the blue goop off. His eyes rose up to the sky when the rain had stopped battering him so hard. It was still going, but didn't have nearly the same force as it once did. He saw the path ahead of him fork. It was unclear to him which way seemed better to go since the light was now straight ahead and brighter than ever. From experience he knew the most dangerous things were on the ground so instead of taking one of the paths he jumped into the tree and hopped along toward the light.

(If you give him another enemy they should be totally ridiculously weird.)

"What is that child doing, me wonders?"

A mud-colored lump moved swiftly and silently in the forest under the odd kid with the wolf claws.  He had seen the boy topple the Hydrious Cobra single-handedly, but this place was dangerous.  Only special people could survive on this dangerous land.  As he kept pace with the soaring wolf-kid, the lump smiled to himself and raised his head, raising his large black horn to the sky.

"Me wonders if the child hopes to fight?  Me don't think he is ready." the lump said to himself in a low, faintly-humming voice.  As he spoke, his antennae twitched and the stench of wet dog pervaded his olfactory sense.  The lump grinned maniacally and tightened his grip on the heavy sledgehammers he was carrying.

"Lessee what the kid will do now!"

The lump burst into a clearing, revealing his full form.  A six-foot scarab beetle stood on two legs hefting two sledgehammers in his four hands.  His black shell was smeared with a great amount of mud and dark jungle grime.  His barrel chest (which had a heavy scar down the front) and pants appeared oddly human though his face was still a heavy beetle shape with pincers and a central horn.  Amazingly, despite this, he was still able to display a vaguely human grin.  He loped along without shoes and zipped through the clearing with a speed that belied his great size.  Soon, he became little more than a smudge in the jungle.

"Me wonders if the cub can handle the strength of Stag!"