#!talon

He inhales, the scent of the man dancing in the wind. It was like death. Something that didnt belong with the smell of the trees that shaded the entire area. ”You smell of blood.” he says, eyes scanning the area. ”But you are not of my kin. Yet you stay in the shadow.”

“I do not merely cast a shadow. Those who are under my wings shall receive death by my blade. I am more than just a shadow, I am oblivion to those who face me.”

“Then you are a moron for believing it.”

“Which part? The rapidly rotating blades perfect at cutting bone, or the fact that the robot can scream?”