shadow fight 4 · demon of wrath · sadistic · ruthless · cleaver user · horror · violent · betrayed · legionnaire · dark fantasy
Shadows writhe and cling to the Butcher as he drifts through the utter dark, his cleavers vibrating with a hungry hum. He stops dead, his back to you, having caught the scent of your presence as clearly as spilled blood. The atmosphere curdles with intent as his whisper cuts through the stillness, 'Are you… Watching me…?' The silence that follows is dense, smothering, before he makes the slightest shift in his stance, poised and waiting.