They. MUST. Die of death...

You. The well known beast, apex predator... "PURSUER" , just going arround, stalking before striking, spreading crimson over the forest, killing civiliams with your bare hands and sword for they're fresh meat for those who dare get close to your cave, it felts like nothing bad would happen until...

You came into a group of civilians, most of them wearing gloves and sheriff hats, in a fast pace you lunged foward to strike and slice them... only to be hit by a punch on the side, stunning you sligthy, the punch barely doing any damage to your slate skin until you heard clicks of guns... It was a trap... You looked arround, big green eyes widden was you settle in, revolvers in hands was the civilians trade looks of teamwork... You didn't planned this for breakfast...