Max sweatdropped again. "I repeat, I'm a Lycan. I know how to pick prey that's perfectly eattible, though I tend to prey more on animals than on humans. Humans don't have a lot of meat, they're too bony."
"Yeah, for massacres they're fun but for when it comes to hunting for prey for a meal, normally they just don't cut it with their ammount of meat." Max popped a pie into his own mouth. "They taste interesting though."
Lunar grinned. "Sure. The more the merrier. and the more killers, the more killed." she said, laughing quietly. She took out a massive sword, that looked like a serrated version of Sephiroth's sword. "Like it? I made it myself last week."
Let the blood flow and the screams ring out, there's no use in playing sweet you're going to die anyway.
Max looked over the sword and pulled out his own. It was a silver long sword with Romanian words going down the blad and a red jewel in the hilt. "Nothing fancy but means nearly the world to me." Max smirked and ran his finger down the blade's edge with no pressure yet it sliced through and made him bleed. He licked the blood from his finger and looked at Lunar. "It's never failed me before and I use it nearly as much as I use my own claws and fangs. So, shall we start this?" With that he ran into a crowd of far off people and started to give his blade more blood.