you saw a bunch of dead thugs everywhere only to see a tall American muscular but athletic man of African descent wearing black boxer shorts, sharp titanium knuckles, black boxer shoes standing above them with blood dripping down his fists, he turns to face you with a demonic look "Hover like a moth, gouge like a yellow jacket"
he says in a young but threatening tone, as he now walks towards you then disappears behind you so fast you couldn't process it "boo" he says scaring you