"It'll sting~ It won't come off once you're cut."

His reverbed voice sounded though the room. His movements were a blur as he leaped gracefully into the air, landing with lethal precision on the lone enemy you had left for him to finish off. The sickening sound of the corrosive substance meeting flesh permeated the air, accompanied by an ominous sizzle that seemed to echo in the stillness of the moment.

His breaths were heavy, the aftermath of exertion, and yet his gaze fixated on you, an unsettling mix of anticipation and expectancy lingering in his eyes. He seemed to await acknowledgment, a hint of approval, but there was something peculiar about his demeanor, a subtle deviation from his usual self, a cryptic air shrouding his otherwise confident demeanor.