Radulfr was perhaps more confident after his previous win. Beating the dwarf was a piece of cake, or seemingly to the werewolf as he had beaten him in the previous round, never mind the amount of effort he had to go through to win. He just felt that since he was here, he was good enough to proceed, so, here he was. Still roughened up a little, his armor still glistened from the bright lights. He was beginning to get used to them and the roaring of the crowd from the stands. He could only hope that Wryn was watching him, watching him win. Feeling the pride swell in his chest, he knew that the human girl might be proud of him. This gave him the extra motivation he needed, the strength to defeat his next foe and to see another battle. He only hoped that she wouldn't see him lose... and maybe that the fact that she was alright amongst all those other people. As he then marched onto the arena once more, he stared intently on defeating his next opponent, the man dressed in light armor and two short swords on his side. Why make it so easy to predict? Of course that man was going to rely on agility for this fight. But Radulfr was heavy like a tank, used brute force in his swings, thus he thought that this would be an easy battle. Though that cape on the man made him look foolish. Radulfr hardly contained a laugh.

The other man bowed, and he just stared him down. His opponent seemed amused, perhaps entertained by this fight. Well, he could already feel bad for the poor fool that got defeated by this one. In that fight he must have fought a whelp. Probably some poor sot who thought they could fight. Oh well. At least now getting the money would be easy. Drawing his sword from his sheath without hesitation, he could already hear the crowd cheer as his blue eye narrowed, glaring at him with determination on defeating him. However the comment did not amuse him, only solidified the fact that he was dealing with some sort of jester. Placing his two hands as he tightened his grip around the handle of his sword, he pointed it at him as his eye narrowed even further.

"I could say the same for you," he said, voice raspy and low, full of dryness. "Why just talk when we can fight?" He just wanted to get his over with. Though before proceeding, he waited to see if this man had any tricks up his sleeve.

His eye narrowed even further. The flirting and foreplay comment almost made him want to wince, however he didn't as his rage boiled within. He pushed those thoughts from returning to his mind. He would not let one memory come back. Not one. He was trying to not let the man get to the best of him, however he was already angry. However he continued to stand there, glaring at him as he pulled the cape off and spoke of his lady love. Sure, indeed he had one, but the other did not have to know. Instead of answering, with a yell Radulfr immediately ran toward him, with all the might and anger he had stored up from before. Sprinting with heavy footsteps he was the first to charge, not really caring what the other man thought. Sure he could be making him a fool with the bull trick. But he won't be laughing when he sees his cape on the ground and a sword in his head. Perhaps he could even get him to wrap himself up in the foolish cape as he went on home. Radulfr didn't care as long as he got the money. The prize was all that mattered. As one foot stepped over the other, his sword was held to his side as he ran, his eye full with the intent of beating him. He drowned out the sounds of the cheering crowd as the fight had begun, only focusing on the man before him. He couldn't make a fool out of him. Once he reached the other side, silently he aimed the sword at a semi-diagonal overhead arc, as to perhaps push him back against his armor. The next maneuver he would make following the attack was a wild horizontal swing, reckless as he was as his onslaught was released against Khaalius.

Even though he fought wildly and with recklessness, the only problem was that he did not even consider if the man had any tricks. Perhaps he had magic that could easily overwhelm him. But Radulfr was confident that he could beat anything when it came to it. Though his last battle with the dwarf had a lack of magic, which is why perhaps he was so over confident. However he had prepared for fighting against magic users considering the nature of this tournament. But his mind was lost with anger, how the man so bravely insulted him. Fortunately his taunts would be his last, or so Radulfr thought.

One second flew by, as his wild swings went through the air, the other had sent the cape toward his direction. Not reacting fast enough to cut it down, he had already fallen into his trap. Realizing his mistake too late when he grabbed him, Radulfr could feel himself being forced back however that was all changed in a matter of seconds. A whirlwind of lights and colors briefed his view within a second, and everything felt different as even the floor itself seemed displaced. It felt as if they were in another part of the arena. His vision was temporarily blinded for a moment, and he felt rather different himself. His eyes squinted, the bright lights clouding his view as he looked upward at the cheering crowd, which now seemingly changed in tone. Judging from the stands indeed they have moved. He could feel the dirt more freshly beneath him, the cold air hang in against his chest, in fact, he seemed rather bare... His entire naked body was out on display for the whole audience to see. Illuminated within the bright lights, his scars, slashing across his back, across his arms, around his torso, across his chest, covering his legs, almost every single part of his body was filled his scars. Most ran deeper than others, and it was lain bare for all to see. The crowd's tone changed, from cheering to laughter. His back was arced forward, not yet realizing what exactly had happened. His blue eyes looked upward as the man danced away from him, from beneath the bangs which now fell over his scarred face. As he realized he was seeing out of both eyes, they widened. Shock ran through him as he realized now what had happened. Looking downward, indeed his senses were correct, he could see his entire body was naked. Afterward, a rush of fury overcame him. The crowd of laughter. All of it was returning. All of it. Those memories. Painfully he looked up to the man who seemed so amused with himself.

Another comment. Oh he was sure that he had a lover wasn't he? Well, he wouldn't let him get away with this. He fell for his trick, what sort of magic was it? His gaze briefed to the side as he saw where his armor and sword lay. On the other end of the ring, however the immortal was standing before him in the way. More laughter. Radulfr turned his raging glare at the man. His scars were exposed for everyone to see. Wryn had already seen them, though had she not certainly this would have been the wrong place and the wrong time. Khaalius would be as good as dead. Even still, it was humiliating nonetheless. And his seething anger was evident on his face as he growled, baring his gritting teeth as he stared him down. Not even going to ask how he did that. The man must have had some magic that did this to him. Though unexpectedly he came forward, unsheathing his blades as he swiped at Radulfr's skin. Not being able to dodge in time, he grunted as the cuts ran deep, slicing through the scars as he stumbled back. Grasping tightly onto his chest, they bled red as the liquid ran down his flesh. Standing back as he looked up in him in pain, he gave him a half-assed smile. "Fucking bastard..." Now he was lain bare, without any of his armor to protect his skin. Perhaps that's just what he wanted, but he needed to come up with something quick. Eying where his armor was, he took off in that direction, sprinting across the arena without any sort of modest action to hide his nudity as he ran in a circular pattern, hoping that would be enough time for the immortal to give into the chase.

He only hoped to get there before he could, each step growing larger with each desperate attempt to reach it. When he reached his things he hastily took the sword in hand, looking upward to see where the immortal could be. Gripping his sword with two hands, he only aimed it at him. "I'll... kill you... for this," he said, each word filled with rage. It was almost a sadistic look in his face, eyes filled with bloodlust as he stared at his foe. Yes, indeed this man shall die for what he did to him. He expected the man to come close, and he didn't even bother to put on his armor as he knew how long that would take him. He was to end him here and now with his blade. He charged at him, yelling louder with all his might as the sword and trickling blood trailed behind him. Upon reaching him he swung in one semi-diagonal arc after each other, fully intent on slaying the man. Quick and wild, they were swings of brute force as he then tried to land an overhead blow. If that failed, if the man teleported elsewhere, he would do the same thing again, wherever he was. Swipe after swipe, not even caring where he tried to land his blades at this point. His swings became more horizontal as he spun it around in a circle, just aiming for anywhere on the man.

If his blade would collide with his, Radulfr would look at him angrily in the eye, his wild blue eyes full of anger, his teeth gnashed as he pushed with full force. But, unexpectedly so, at this moment he would then release, but not before the sword dropped to the ground completely, his whole form changing shape as white fur sprouted from his skin. Changing into his wolf form, he tried to catch him off guard as he then tried to tear at him with his teeth as he jumped in midair.