"Off you go now," King smiled, his blade moving in a swift, deadly arc as he cut the Vine Master's head clean off with the sharp edge of his other weapon. He loosened his grip on the chain that still held the Vine Master's now headless body, allowing it to slump heavily to the ground, the impact sending a small spray of blood across the already stained earth.
"Now. Who's next?" King asked, his tone laced with a twisted kind of enjoyment from the ongoing killing spree. His attack pattern was something outright bizarre and random, a chaotic mix that made him incredibly difficult for any opponent to predict or counter effectively. Coupled with his many years of experience in battling humans through countless life and death struggles, it elevated him to a level of danger that few could match or survive against.
