Cosmic Sickness
"Crow," Finn greeted in return, feeling his blood run both hot and cold in fluctuation, though that confusion soon bloomed into rage. "What did you do!? Did you–"
"I didn't get the delight of dining on your friends yet, don't worry. A real shame–you arrived before I had the chance," Crow told him with a saddened tone before grinning again, nudging his foot against the shed skin. "I can't say the same for the old man, though. It was my first time tasting "elf"--an exotic taste, really."
Seung looked completely disgusted, "Who is this sick bastard?!"
"An enemy–! He gains power through eating others!" Finn shouted.
"Doesn't matter if I smash his skull in, then? Good!" Seung yelled, bursting forth with golden light propelling him towards the hunter.
There was something off about it as he found Crow simply remaining still as Seung approached, calling out, "Wait! Seung–!"