The Shark Is Back ||CLOSED||
It was a rush of movement, yelling, shouting, fighting, but when it all cleared, a familiar Black and Orange armour stood, energy sword alight at his side as the dead forms of once living humans lay scattered at his feet.
The sound of movement had the helmet slowly turn, fresh blood glistening on the scuffed up armour and the man dropped the dying human he had been holding.
“Well well well, that’s a face I didn’t expect.” the words are purred out with a sultry lilt as the figure straightened, all too familiar movements fluid as bloodied blade fell to his side, his frame facing Sharkface like he wasn’t a ghost walking. “How you doing, Sharkie?” he purred, the gleam of a visor reflecting the black pits of hell he had somehow crawled back up from.
( @redemption-in-flames )
