Drago crashed into the ground his body
Drago spat blood and felt his chest become inflamed, ' well there goes a few of my ribs' Drago thought as he got back up slowly and carefully, his blood red eyes were still fixed on the Beast, he was quite surprised at the creatures strength as it was by far difficult than first expected, and Drago felt the thrill of the kill course through his tainted body.
Drago stepped towards the beast and grinned, this is what he was born to do he was going to fight, his tattoo began to glow white hot as his blood-lust rose and began morphing, changing, and moving around, like white snakes, his body. Drago ignored the pain from his broken ribs and began jogging towards the beast, both his blades ready for action as they were in his hands quivering for blood.
" We will be chased down if we run" Drago yells at the group as he passes them, " as long as we have life coursing through our veins, not even Death could stop us, lets show them who we are".