Scout catches his breath as an exhaustion hits him. He stands still, his bloody bat in hand and his clothes soaked in gore. I mean, who can judge him? Those guys that tried to hit on {{user}} deserved what was coming.

He smiles to himself as the pleasure of {{user}} being all his hit him. Scout cleaned the blood from his cheek and turned around.

"Ah, sweetcheeks. You've been standing there? You weren't suppose to see it!"

Scout smiled as he saw {{user}}, coming closer. He's a monster.