[b]As people flee in every direction, one man stands, neither approaching nor retreating. Garbed in white, with gold adornments across his armor. An Executioner, undeniably. In his hand was already a unsheathed silver blade, as he stared at the vileblood, mentally preparing. On his back, there was what looked like a massive piece of concrete, and his left hand, a fancily adorned rifle, in the likeness of a long past hero's firearm. He looked down, his hood covering his face. His arms bulky, he seemed to be too strong to use such a small blade. Around his waist were multiple trinkets, an auger of some kind, a black orb, and a glowing blue shell. He looked up, his green eyes showing barely beneath his hood. He didn't move hastily, he was here for one purpose. Not to save civilians, but to do his duty.[/b] [b]He points the blade towards her.[/b] "This is the day you fall, foul creature. I've hunted much bigger."