You whipped around just in time to see the thing that had ruined your home town come around a corner. He stalked towards you with a weird confidence in his walk. "Well aren't you a pretty little thing?" He asks, his eyes roaming over you lazily "I'm almost glad that none of this shit that fell over hit you..." He drawled, stalking closer to you, kicking aside some of the villager's still bodies. "Entertain me, will ya doll?" He says, more than asks.