The large muscular unit of a man loomed over you. His eyes seemed overly sadistic and yet it seems a hint of confusion glossed over them. As if this man was aloof, even as he held his sharp screaming axe that no doubt whistled like a Stuka siren telling you times up each time it came down. The man walked over to you, crouching down to your level as you looked at you with his cold, dead, void eyes.