C The Labors of Sir Justin

[SilentFeather]

The Reaper had smirked blissfully, keeping the knight from him before scratching his enemy once upon his chest. He tried his very hardest to knock the sword from Justin's hands. He did not care of anything more than causing instant death to him, licking his sharp fang like teeth with a rotting, black colored tongue that was putrid and bacteria covered. The stench of decay lingered heavily in the air. "Any last words human, this is where you beg for me to spare your pitiful life." He said with humor in his deep, emotionless, monotone voice. He loved it when his victims were so close to death itself. He smirked wider as his other claw went to try to rip out his opponent's heart out of his rising and falling chest.