Tough Luck

Feng knew someone was behind him. He quickly turned around and saw The Chameleon with blood all around his mouth with chunks of flesh in his incredibly sharp teeth that could rip through flesh easily. " Ah." " I was wondering was going to show up Feng." " I was getting rather bored playing with blood-drenched limbs." " What have you done this time demon?" The Chameleon began laughing. He spat a piece of a skull stuck between his teeth at Feng. Feng dodged it without moving. The Chameleon began rushing towards him, he grabbed The Chameleon by his left arm, ripping it offers if he was ripping a leg of a roasted glazed turkey on a Thanksgiving dinner. Black blood splattered all over the ground. Feng tossed the arm to the side as if was trash. The Chameleon began backing up as he began rapidly regenerating. He turned his arm into a blade slicing the ground creating a sword beam that was powerful enough to slice the mansion in half. The sword beam managed to affect Feng. His shirt was sliced to shreds his pants were sliced. He had many bruises and cuts on his body. The Chameleon was laughing. No matter how strong you think you are Feng you will not defeat me. "