[ Hopefully James isn't keen on getting his ridiculous bangs cut, because the blade of a scythe swings down to block his path to the monster in the fog. ]
Stay behind me.
[ For his part, Ivan eyes the monster coolly, scythe in hand. It looks like something he might have conjured in another lifetime, a creature born of necromancy and desperation. That explains why it feels like death. It's made of death.
The beast stares at both men with glowing eyes, maw dropping open to exhale a puff of steam against the cool, foggy air. ]
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[ Hopefully James isn't keen on getting his ridiculous bangs cut, because the blade of a scythe swings down to block his path to the monster in the fog. ]
Stay behind me.
[ For his part, Ivan eyes the monster coolly, scythe in hand. It looks like something he might have conjured in another lifetime, a creature born of necromancy and desperation. That explains why it feels like death. It's made of death.
The beast stares at both men with glowing eyes, maw dropping open to exhale a puff of steam against the cool, foggy air. ]
Have you seen anything like this before?