Jagrome (Sin - Pride)
"Every great warrior will eventually fall while new ones will rise. I, however...will never fall and will only keep rising". -Jagrome
Standing over the village targeted, Jagrome stares with no emotion in his eyes as his clan of Baccas stand behind him with eagerness to kill shining in their eyes. A slow breeze gently beats against Jagrome's fur, throwing it in all directions and becomes only more unruly. The Ultimate PvP Warrior glances from the village and towards the Blood Moon, its blood-red color the same shade on his suit. The corrupted Bacca then glances to his left and sees a figure standing near the cliff he and his clan are standing near. The figure looks over at him, his white glowing eyes lights up the darkness that eats up the area that he and the other are in.
"Show me your abilities", the figure said, his voice revealing him to be Herobrine.
Jagrome smiles evilly as he nods before looking at the village. Though it is a small village, a decent amount of villagers and Minecrafters flourish within the many homes built in it and are completely unprepared and unaware of the danger that awaits for them just on top of a cliff. The new self-announced leader of the clan raises his staff out and lets out one word that will end all of the lives in the village.
"...Kill 'em", Jagrome growled out.
In an instant, all of the Baccas rush forward and scale down the rocky cliff they were once standing on. Soldiers sprint down nearby paths while Predators skillfully jump from tree to tree with their razor-sharp claws as their jaws drip with a purplish foam as their purple-stained teeth are literally aching to bite down into a victim. Assassins climb up nearby tall trees and find spots where they can take aim, wielding out enchanted bows and wait for the rest of the clan to get within the village. Medics standby behind trees that are a certain distance away from the village. Armed with a pair of swords, the Medics are ready to heal any of those who get hurt as their scarves blow alongside with the breeze and shows off their red crosses stitched into the fabrics.
Within the outskirts of the village, nearby Minecrafters are busy carrying resources to help them when one of them hears a rustling in the forest. The male glances over his shoulder and towards the dense forest besides him, but the rustling soon dies away and all is silent. However, this doesn't seem to calm the male. The Minecrafter places his resources down and carefully makes his way over to the forest, wielding out his iron sword along the way.
When he gets near the heavy brushes near the bases of trees, he squints his eyes to get a closer look when he takes a step even closer to the forest. All he can make out is darkness, combined with the gently swaying of leaves and branches in the trees. He backs away, assured that nothing seems out of the ordinary and he can resumes his collecting. But when he takes a glance at the canopies of the trees, he freezes up when he sees a pair of purple eyes staring down at him from the darkness. Before he can react, the pair of eyes lunge forward. The red moonlight reveals the pair to belong to a Predator, who opens up its mouth inhumanly wide and in an instant, shuts its jaws over the man's head, making the rest of his body go stiff.
With the yank, the Predator takes the man's head, along with his spine, from his body and eats it up. The headless body spews blood at a furious rate as it eventually topples over and surrounds itself in its own blood. The Predator lets go of the vine it was holding onto and lands on all fours to the ground, letting out a fearsome growl as it eagerly licks up the blood from its jaws. Suddenly, the forest bursts in a variety of rustling and growling as the Baccas take off for the attack, the Predator gallops on all fours to join its brethren.
Villagers and Minecrafters take a look and gape in horror as they see a giant wave of the Baccas running towards their village, their intentions were no good. Meanwhile, Jagrome stands behind and watches as his clan begins to attack the village from the inside out. Because no one in the village knew that this was going to happen, casualties begin to skyrocket as the variety of different Baccas attack them with weapons, claws, or teeth.
Some of the Minecrafters try to fight back as some snipers get on top of homes and get out their bows to start taking down the threats, but they themselves are taken down as the Assassins perched on the trees near the forests. They aim their bows at any snipers in the village and take them down only using one bow, their archery skills are its highest level and makes it nearly impossible for them to miss.
Within the village, Minecrafters try to defend themselves as Baccas lunge at them with their claws and jaws ready. Soldiers take down the defenders, killing off the only form of defense for the village. Predators bite down at those unlucky to escape and kill then slowly by sinking their jaws into their windpipe, causing large amounts of blood to stain their jaws and become to quench their thirst by any type of blood from any creature they catch.
The Soldiers reach to any nearby homes and set them on fire, watching the flames spread quickly through the homes and set others on fire as well. As quickly as the attack started, it ends as the last of the villagers and Minecrafters are killed off by the clan of Baccas. Close to the outskirts, the Baccas roar in victory as they claim the burning territory to be their expending home. Once the flames die away and all of the homes and bodies have been gotten rid of, they will replant trees to strengthen their forces and provide more homes as the clan will be expanding its numbers.
Within the cheering Baccas, Jagrome stands proudly on top of a nearby rock and seeing the flames dance around with the wind, the orange color is reflect off of his bright green eyes and mix along with the red cracks in his pupils.
"So, this is what pride feels like? I absolutely enjoy it", Jagrome thought to himself, closing his eyes as he begins to soak in the pride in the air, along with the faint smell of smoke from the fire.