*sxrpente*
This man was unusual. That was clear to the Distorted suit - he felt incredible power coming from the figure standing before him.
Well, incredible to him. He and his companions got by on physical strength alone - but the man had something else.
Another thing he didn't have, and didn't understand. Another reason to be angry. He wanted to hunt this man - he wanted to feel his fear, like he did with the other men.
But this man wasn't even scared. He could hear his even breath. His slow heartbeat.
How dare he?
The Distorted mouse was enraged. He was not afraid - not in the least.
But unlike the Suicidal mouse, he wanted to live. He still had to punish the men who put them here. So he merely stared at the man, using his hands to prop himself up.
"̸͉̲̖͓̭͕͂ͣͅW͓̹̞̞̔ͨ́ͬ͟.̭͖̒̽ͥ.̩̫̻̈.̲̟̋͌ͮ͆̑.͖̻̄́ͤ̈̿h̞̋̐͊͢.̛̜͎̩̖̫ͧ͑͒̓̑ͤ.̔ͮͭ̒ͬḥ͍̩͆̂͗̅̊̑͠h̫̘͈̔̏͒͊́ͣ̀.͇͍̳̗̮̘͚̈́͢.̜̥͈̊ͣ̿̄ͤ̚.͕̤̣̰͈̖ͥͦ̈́̒͑ͪ.͐ͦͫͩ͐̈́͋͏̯͓̮̯̝h̴̰̙͇̟̳͋ͫͯ̉͊.̵̰͉͉̼͙̭̓̍.̣̥̮͕̬͊͌̍̐͒̆ͪͅ.̒ͨ̃̚o̟̳̺͚͊̏̏̄̔͒͞ ̥͇̝̞̺̲ͅẠͩ͛̌̒.̨̫̺.͛ͭ.̹̙̌͒ͤ.̠͂̐ͥ̚r̵̳͓̼̯̿̆.̢̲͕͓̓͌ͬͦ.̷̣̝̬̬̻̊͌ͯ̅͐̚.̩̬͕̙̽ͮ̇̀̌͊̆.͕͚̳ͮͪ̃͊̿.̫̙͇̙ͮͤ͒͛ͦ̐.͔̰͉̥̦͍͈e̢̯̙̖̜͕̖.̮͓͕̣͔̯̔̑̿.̲̜.̼̋ͩͅ.̧͍̘̦̥͍̫̌́̽̉͗ͤ.̵̭͙̖̭̓ͦͯ͒ͅ.̰̠̅̾͛͒̀ ͇̣̤̘̬̰͔͂͊ͬ̉̈́ͬ͑̕Y̺͊̃͞.ͬ͗͌̄͑̍̃.͙͘.̏̓̀.͎̱͉͕̭̳͔ͧ̀ͩ́.̟͍͕̿o̬̱͞.̗̰͓̬ͨ̏̒̔͛̔̈.̫̣̙̐͌̏̌.̝͓̤͍̙ͫ̌͑ͭ̉̒͝.̛̠̙̠͕.̡̳̣̩̱.̧ͩ̏ͯ̓̊̀̚u̩̣͉̝.̵͈̙̹̬ͫ̔.̀.̥̝̠͔̏̋́͋ͩͨ͆͝.̜̈ͭ͛̇̽.̼̩̟̠̠̤̃ͯ́̓̌͢ͅ?͔̘͇̆ͨ͛ͤ͒"̟̦̲̘̭̀ͨ̒̆͡













