[b][u]Lullaby Of A Deadman[/u][/b] [u]The Dreadnought [/u] [b]A lone, tattered hunter shambles through the mausoleum of the Dreadnought, parts of the armor seemingly torn off completely by force to reveal partially charted bone underneath. The hunter in question wielding a large scythe in one hand along with a handgun of the same color in his offhand. He seems to be weak, or atleast he is good at faking it. [b] "[i]You're next... Traitors of Oryx.[/i]" [b]He raised his handgun slowly and angled the weapon's sight infront of his left eye while still struggling to walk. His eyes focused on his surroundings and his ears listening due any sound, no matter how minute. He simply waited, and remained there motionless with weapons drawn, awaiting anyone that may be unfortunate enough to cross his line of sight.[/b] (Open.)