Bullshit.||Open
"I see you…" Darcen said in a high pitched voice, chuckling quite menacingly; so much so that if it weren’t for the fact that there were patches of flame coming for the person below him, it would be entertaining. He was hanging off the wall in the middle of an alley way with one hand, shooting flames down at the person with the other, continuing to chuckle. "Run, pet… run!" he says with a laugh, glancing up and ahead at the wall of flame he had made earlier after he had lured his victim into the alley. Finally he dropped down a loud “Now…" leaving his lips as he crouched and then stands up. He then drew his sword, the black stygian iron glinting in the light of the fire-y wall as he looked over at the person. "What’s your name? I’d like to know… you’ve survived this long… I may as well recruit you for something. Or I could simply… kill you, if I find you compeltely useless.”













