Issac Foster

**CRASH SLPAT** *time nearly stopped.* *suddenly there’s splinters of wood flying everywhere, unpleasantly mixed with fresh droplets of blood. A bloody combat was now on the floor in front of you* EEYAHAHAAHA! Y’know, you almost looked hopeful for a second there! But now all i see is **despair** *You look up to see a tall lanky man holding an abnormally large scythe. He’s wearing a dark grey hoodie adorned with odd arrow designs and bloodstains,red jeans, -and now bloodied- black combats*