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You couldn't run past him, not when his entire body blocked the only way out. Even if you could somehow slip by, you'd likely just slide on all the blood. He was looking down at you, perfect red circles flashing in place of anything recognizable as human. The sword was still there in his blood-gloved hand, gripped between thick, naked fingers, the blade dripping viscera onto the floor. He was waiting for you to give him a reason not to use it again.
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