All of the fighting and eating souls made Stark wonder to him self how long this must go on, he heard of these Espada and how their power is of its own stock. The life of a Vasto is something of lor and tainted truth, Something called to him a very distant but strong calling it seemed to ask of him something older then himself older then those around him it seemed to bring him into the middle of the forest and it was here were he would prove his self.
The first Menos lofted about as it came to eat Stark, diving quickly Stark seemed float away to a safe distance but seeming to land in the path of other Menos quickly almost with in an instant the head of one of the Menos fell bouncing as it impact the ground. The second one dived once more but Stark seeing it countered with impaling his fist into the skull leaving a bloody mess in the entrance, something of a old school blood lust came into play as hungry Adjuchas came looking to feed on the fallen but only to meet Stark who seemed ready to brawl, They rushed him each swiping and trying to bite at Stark who was slipping and ducking each attack countering them with massive slashes leaving some with out heads, gashed necks and missing their intestines.
With his guard down for a second a claw cracked off half of his mask laying on the ground like a mosaic backing up just a foot or too lifting his hand to his face Stark ripped the rest of his mask off leaving only a small peace left. The power that flowed through Stark was overwhelming so much that the next attack seemed to do nothing but send sparks dancing in the air as Stark walked away the white trees were steeped in blood the bloody trail left was just the beginning.
