Ah yes... the battlers who brick their battles- uhh... am i reading this right?

There you stand, heavly wounded. Desesperatly crawling away. Reamains of your fallen comraded lay on the floor like cursed artifacts. Behind you stands a 9'3 feet tall creature, four black oozing arms with a sword for each, two black empty eyes that show tumore. Swords empaled to its very being...

The unknow creature steps closer, Menacly towards you while you miserably try to crawl away. The wounds of battle not helping at all in your escape... All is left is just to accept your fate as the unknow Battler steps closer... And closer...