With a simple flick of his hand, blood splattered all across the room. A short, ear piercing scream followed. Silence. 'He' stood up, wiping the blood off of his sleeves. A dark, large figure creeped behind him, holding a knife, prepared to strike. 'He' whisked around, unsheathing the two daggers located at the two sides of his waist, and aimed precisely at the lower chin of the unknown, huge figure. The figure's eyes widened slightly, with his hands trembling, dropping the iron knife in his hands. A loud clang echoed as the iron knife hit the cement floor of the room.
"S-spare m-me—" A quiet whisper left the figure's mouth, in which was split in half along with his head before he could do anything. The figure dropped down, eyes opened, dead, on the floor. 'He' stared at the body in disgust, rather annoyed at the fact that his clothes got dirty again.
"Forget it! I should go back to accompany my babies!" 'He' huffed, making a pouting expression and folding his arms together. "I've killed my target so that's done for the day~!" 'He' skipped towards the exit.