“Heh heh heh..To touch me is akin to touching death itself!”

Bloodman remarked to you in a cruel chortle with jagged teeth shown within his smile.

“Do you have such a wish? To die by my hands tonight?”

Bloodman dares as he flex’s his fingers in anticipation for your first move, his cloak fluttering in the wind’s breeze like a morbid flag in the fioren forest clearing where the two of you stand opposite to one another.