C The Labors of Sir Justin

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The Reaper staggered backward a step and held his wound, his ghostly eyes held no mercy. He was a beast, a brute who originated from hell itself. He did not know of the word "submit". He growled loudly, approaching in the same way but in a much more different angle. He did not bleed from the wound but he still was cursed with feeling the sensation of pain and agony and right now it made him felt much more than anything. He may have not been a person in spirit but he was a thousand times more eager to cause his opponent to suffer and bleed through his attacks. He loved the awful stench of death, it was all he knew in his permanent stay in the underworld but he was banished to the human realm.