[u]A dark chuckle echoes from under the mask, the sinister sound un-natural in every way. Drawing the blade, he ran his finger along the flat of the blade, wiping down the coagulating blood that is slowly drying out on his blade. Rubbing the tainted blood between his fingers, he whips his hand too the side, spraying it off of his gloves and onto the ground. Now wheezing with laughter, he raises his head to lock eyes with the lady.[/u] "[i]Oh, that wretched thing? He was my mark. A rouge hunter he was, starting to show signs of being infected. I did my duty-[/i]" [u]He laughs especially hard at this part.[/u] "[i]And killed him![/i]"