“Damn— I’d hate to see the other guy.”
Injury starters | @devildrling
And there’s a long drug out sigh, his hand coming up to brush back silver locks; fingers combing through his hair. He was AWARE of the blood that coated parts of his body, the fresh injuries that stung and ached --- and his expression (or rather, the single crimson eye that peeked out through his father’s fingers) was a telltale sign he wasn’t in the best of moods.
But who would be, looking like him? He’d bitten off more than he could chew with this one. Yet, his deadly touch had come out VICTORIOUS.
“...You really would. Considering all that’s left is a pile of dust and human waste.”
Who was this guy? What was he?