*He'd been walking through the woods, seemingly alone until he felt the strangest presence. The chill he felt not from the cold air but the icy death that began to stalk towards him.
He was stunned at first by the sight. What were these things and why were they suddenly interested in him?? He wondered for only a moment, until the one carrying the sword charged at him, raising it's blade high to try and bring it down upon him. His arms morphed then and he caught it in his grip, just inches from his head. He hissed as it slit his skin, crimson blood seeped from the cut and down the cold blade to the snow below. His eyes sharpened and yellowed, his teeth grew and he growled lowly. He didn't know what these things wanted, noticing the other one stalking from behind him then. All he knew was he had to defend himself.
With a snarl he gripped the sword with his claws and twisted until it cracked into ice shards before swinging a large fist to knock the first skeleton away. Then turning on his heel to slash at the other, knocking it sideways. "Come on ya walking ice sickles !! " *He shouted loudly with a rumbling growl.*