Lifesteal was heart based. It was bloody currency designed solely to go hand in hand with this dangerous game. The continuous bloodshed was only to further the strength that other players had, Clownpierce heavily included in this.

Branzy had always been lower on hearts, pushing the limits of his own strength in the bloody currency; and who better to test it with than Minecraft’s deadliest assassin, no other than Clownpierce himself? Sure, he wasn’t dueling with the man he’d found himself estranged and enamored by, but simply he was fighting a battle of just crumbling at the man’s feet; playing as a sacrifice even.

Clown was menacing, and the aura of death hung around him in desperation. No amount of aura that his gaze alone could produce would ever be equivalent to the sheer amount of dangerous fighting techniques he wielded like a weapon. And paired with his ethereal scythe wielding, an art that could make any god tremble in humility, it was painfully clear that one should avoid his path at any cost; including the loss of a heart.

On the wrist of the man Clownpierce was fascinated by, was a spread of vines, hearts yielding like fruit from the ends of them. And on the other man’s write was a spread of cards, aces.

All that was left to do for the deadly assassin was to discover a way to convince Branzy to produce a heart for him, whether forcibly or otherwise. Either way, Clownpierce was receiving his final heart that day. He was horrifying to everyone who couldn’t see him for exactly what he was; mischaracterization was a normal occurrence for him now, and he rolled with the metaphorical punches, known as rumors, that tumbled his way.

And what better way to finalize his strength than a dance of death, with his faithful partner in crime. Branzycraft. And that white haired man was many other things to Clown, things that he refused to acknowledge to the general public because it could taint his character; and could paint the canvas of Lifesteal red with assassin’s weakness.