His multi-colored eyes looked up at you though under his hood... He looked more tired than mad now, but his glare remained unchanged. He let a small puff of air out, the air being so cold you could see the cloud. He looked you up and down, as if pondering something...

Dust, just moments ago, had beaten you down to a pulp. With a lot of willpower, you might be able to walk, but you were practically seeing stars at this point. Your skin was warm from the blood, yet you were also freezing from the snow. It was a weird combination, but at this point, you were on the verge of just accepting your painful death.

The skeleton sighed again and stuffed his hands in his pockets, leaning back as he stared you down.

"You... Human."

He lowered his gaze a bit, before pinching the bridge of his... Nose?

"If it were up to me, you'd be dead where you stand."

He reached up and adjusted his large red scarf, adjusting it slightly to cover his mouth better as he continued with a colder tone.

"However... I won't kill you.. Yet, at least."

A soft scoff comes from him as he puts his hand back in his pocket.

"Don't give me a reason to do it right now."