The Lord's manor was both large and complex in its interior design. Corridors within tended to wind around themselves as opposed to going in a single direction. In addition, rooms were laid out in a way outside of modern day common sense. the kitchen are was closest to the servants quarters, for example; but to get to the dining hall from there, one had to cross the approximate length of a football field.
Normally this setup was perfect for the daily life of a noble but, in times of emergency like tonight, it proved detrimental to an extreme. When the magic alarms around the area began ringing, nearby guards would scramble to the location. But having to cover such a large area, even the closest patrols arrived after their friends had already been hacked to pieces.
The butcher, meanwhile, was like a fish in water. He stalked the winding corridors like a ghost, crossing large sections of them with a single step before ambushing the patrols from around corners. Most of his victims didn't even have a chance to scream, as they were already in pieces by the time they spotted him. Unfortunately, hunger got the better of the butcher, and he often times found himself stopping his massacre for a quick bite.
It was during one of these times that a scream from another section of the estate echoed forth. Thinking it strange, he was considering whether to investigate it or not when a voice called out to him from the top of a set of stairs at one of the ends of this corridor: "So, it was you causing all this racket. How impertinent, you know you need an appointment if you want to meet the Lord behind me."
An old butler then appeared from the direction of the voice, drink tray still in hand. The butcher casually chucked a pairing knife at him, only for the old butler to just as casually sidestep it.
"Oh my, how aggressive for an uninvited guest. It seems I need to teach you a lesson," the old butler said while continuing his approach. The butcher finally put down the half eaten liver in his hand and took a good look at this strange fellow. His soul was heavily tainted with murder but, unlike most, this was a cold blooded variety. That could be a problem during cooking, as hitmen tend to be quite bitter. Meatballs would probably be the best bet, so he could offset the taste with spices before grilling. Maybe he should do wedding soup in that case...
"Excuse me sir, but please refrain from drooling on the floor," The old butler said as he tossed a hand towel in the air at the butcher. Upon noticing the towel perfectly blocked his field of vision, the butcher immediately put his guard up.
The hog splitter was willed into his hand before acting as a shield for his vitals. this proved a smart idea, as a storm of shurikens were following behind the towel, and they soon embedded themselves all over the butcher. It was not pleased despite that, squealing at the ignobility of it all and marking the start of the battle.
The butcher reached forward to grab the old butler's face, his other hand already chopping down with the hog splitter. The old butler, in response, performed a backflip. In the process, both the drink tray and the drinks went flying at the butcher. Drawing his boning knife, the butcher parried these minor obstacles only to find the old butler had continued summersaulting towards the end of the corridor.
Not wanting more shurikens, the butcher imbued his boning knife before tossing it. Seeing it split in two as it approached, the old butler drew a ninja-to from behind his back and parried them both. "Well, I'm afraid that was a major breach of decorum," the butler said, his eyes now reflecting a cold glint.
The butcher laughed in response to this and finally responded, saying "what a lovely vacation," as he stepped forward, his hog splitter already mid-chop as he arrived in front of the old butler.
The butler calmly but determinedly brought his ninja-to up to parry as he looked for the opportunity to strike back. He never got the chance, however, as the axe changed directions partway before chopping the other way.
"Hehe, so this fellow knows how to feint," the butler mused while shifting his body to match the new position of the axe with his sword. But then it changed directions again. "Two feints!" he exclaimed while backflipping, easily avoiding the hog splitter coming at him.
It is too bad he failed to notice the dangerous glint in the butcher's eyes during this, or else he might have seen the large meat hook in the butcher's right hand coming at him. It slammed into his side the second he landed, staggering the old butler and wounding him greatly.
He refused to take the last hit, however, and spat a mouth full of needles at the butcher's face. Having gone all-out in that last attack, this proved the perfect moment to injure him. The needles pierced his eyes, nose, and throat; and with the butler dead now, the butcher needed to find someone else if he wanted to recover the damage from this fight.
He thus chucked the old butler's corpse over his shoulder and let out a hoarse roar before charging up the stairs. He arrived at the lord's bedroom just in time to see a roly poly of a man disappearing into a hidden passageway behind the night stand. Not giving one glance to the sheer opulence on display in this bedroom, the butcher gave chase.
The fat man proved to be a surprisingly fast runner, managing to keep just out of reach until just after the exit. For some reason, he stopped dead in his tracks at that point, giving the battle damaged butcher enough time to catch up and crush his skull with a meat tenderizer. Funnily enough, what the he saw after the lord's body fell shocked the butcher to a standstill as well...