The Huntsman Krieg

The Red intro

THE FLAKES CHILL MY SKIN AND TICKLE MY SINUSES!

Krieg had been walking through a snowy forest for most of the day, and into the night. He had chased a rabbit into said forest but lost track of it, by his axe he was going to get his fill of gore before the sun came up. His mind was made up on the matter, which was rare seeing as he hardly used it.

Looking to the sky he raised his buzz axe threateningly "ILL SCORCH YOUR FROZEN TEARS!" He bellowed to the sky, wishing it could fear him enough to stop it's snowy assault upon him.

When it became clear that the sky did not listen to him, he continued to shamble his way through the forest. It didn't take long until he came upon a clearing in the trees seeing a figure caped in a red hood wielding a massive scythe battling with a horde of Beowulfs. A tea party was happening? And he wasn't invited!? This would not stand!

"ILL DRIVE BACK SHADOWS AND STRANGLE DARKNESS WITH MY HATE!"

He yelled as he began his charge into the horde. The figure, who he managed to make out was a girl, was more than confused by the Psycho's appearance but soon focused herself on the GRIMM that began this attack.

Back and forth he swung his buzz axe, savouring every second that its whirling noise sang in his ears and its teeth sunk into and tore away the flesh of the beasts. But there was one problem that always frustrated him with these particular enemies.

"WHERE. IS. YOUR. BLOOD! MY MEAT SHANK THIRSTS FOR THE CRIMSON JUICE BUT YOU'VE HIDDEN IT FROM ME!" He'd chop off limbs, cut open throats, spill guts and even manage to slam his axe down hard enough to split their heads open and yet, there was barely any blood his axe could sufficiently bathe in before the corpses disappeared.

Always after the blood. Some things never change.

"THE BLOOD MAKES MY SKIN SMOOTH AND MY SPOON SING!"

The girl, who was currently twisting around like a tornado of red death on that oversized scythe, which just so happened to be a gun as well, turned a shade of green at the Psycho's desire before finishing off the last of her portion of Beowulfs.

With just one of the beasts left, Krieg wasted no time in charging it with all his speed while the Beowulf did the same. In a moment of sheer brilliance on the Psycho's part, he threw his axe into the Beowulf's right shoulder, embedding itself there, making the limb useless. The creature tried its luck with its spare arm as it attempted a slash across Krieg's stomach. In response, Krieg rolled beneath it and bouncing back up to grab hold of the mutt's jaw. Hanging from it upside down with his feet on the creatures throat. Laughing maniacally at his situation, he managed to swing himself side to side, dragging the creatures head with him.

"ROCK A BYE DOGGY, LOOKING FOR GORE! I'VE GOT MY SPOON NOW I WANT TO SEE YOURS!"

He sang as he grabbed at his axe before slamming it into the Beowulfs face, splitting it down the middle. As the last of the monsters ashes dissipated Krieg looked down at where the Beowulf used to be and-

"RAAAAAGH! THE CORPSE PILE IS EMPTY! IT NEEDS TO BE FILLED!"

Looking over, the red hooded girl once again showed visible disgust at the Psycho's choice of words. Whirling around, the Psycho stared into her eyes with his remaining one. This disturbed, the girl greatly. How can something so empty seem so full of rage?

"BEWARE THE WOLF ON YOUR WAY TO GRANDMAS HOUSE! KEEP THE TREATS SAFE FROM GNASHING TEETH!" He howled at her before taking off back into the forest, snow crunching beneath his feet. Leaving her more than confused at this interaction. But, turning after him to follow. The man was already gone.