he sat in the ruins of a once mighty temple, sharpening his jagged sword, he had a shield with sharp ends resting next to him, red skin, very light armor, no shirt, a helmet that covered his face but left his mouth out, two horns stuck out, his teeth were sharp as hell, he had hooves for feet. He looked up from his sword and grunted

“Haha.. fresh meat! Haven’t seen ya before….”

he spoke in a heavy south London accent