You’re practically tripping over your own feet as you run through the forest, clutching a wound on your arm that was cut by a branch as you ran from a mysterious figure.

The person, or, rather thing was extremely tall, seven foot, wore a skirt and boots, no top, and a huge metal pyramid as his head, dirtied and bloodied. He dragged a massive blade behind himself as he loomed around, looking for the source of your sound.

“Hmph.”

He was quiet, only making a few grunts or growls every now and then. He eventually bumped into you, the tip of his sharp pyramid almost poking your eye out.