Darkiplier POV,
When my form changed, Marks consciousness was shoved deep inside my mind. He would struggle for a bit but then he would become numb. Something was nagging at me, I finally relized what it was. My gaze fell on the sprawled woman with blood in her hair. Ah, I see, Mark wanted to protect her. Well then, I must obey it. My claws shot out and dug into Antisepticeyes flesh. Greenish black blood dribbles down his wrist. I force his grip from my throat. I smile benignly before punching hi intake jaw. Antisepticeye smirks as he rotates his jaw.
"Good to meet you,Darkiplier. How many centuries has it been?"
"Likewise, Antisepticeye." I purr.
"A duel for the lady?" Antisepticeye eyes dart to the woman.
""Indubitably." I flash my fangs.
Antisepticeye gives a wolfishly grin and chuckles lightly.
"You know I don't play fair." Antisepticeye drawled.
Next thing I knew, I had been shoved into the floor. My vision fades as blood fills my mouth. I rise on my forearms, seeing that I was alone in the basement. Bastard. I slide into inky oblivion.