The Jiko you once knew was gone.

Blood splattered onto the ground, the stench of iron spilling into the frigid air - the atmosphere heavy and almost unbearable. More than just the smoke in the air suffocated your lungs. You can't move. Not when Jiko kills a civilian, right in front of your eyes. An innocent person. The bodies you'd found littered throughout the battlefield you thought were casualties from the ongoing war along the way suddenly made you uneasy. The feeling only made worse when those eyes, those eyes you once admired, slid over...

And locked directly onto you.

There was no care in his mismatched gaze anymore. Twin sunsets tainted into smoke ridden bloody skies in the flickering light from a nearby fire (one of many that had started among the fallen debris). He tossed aside the corpse he'd had in his grasp when he spotted you, thrown like a piece of measly trash. Their blood spilled, droplets hitting your shoes with a flick of one of his sickles. A cold warning.

"Oh ho, ho," A laugh escaped parted lips twisting into a grin. One of his snakes curled around his arm, hissing in a bare-fanged threat. "What d'we have here?"