Trevor l

Trevor was no murderer, but he had certainly killed more than a few humans in his years. Many of them absolutely scum, no worthy of breath. Also in his years, he had gotten used to fighting those stronger than himself and of course he figured the tactics were much the same as the monsters: get in close.

"Ill SPLIT YOU IN HALF!" A giant of a armored man came barreling towards him. Massive shoulders and arms thick as the trunk of small trees and a voice like stone breaking.

He wore armor like no other, Dull grey in color and battle-scarred, his armor looked extremely heavy.

'So heavy most men wouldn't be able to move.' Trevor reasoned. Within his hand, wield a six-foot, two-handed greatsword with just one hand.

'Amazing reach.' Trevor analyzes as the man is still charging.

The man reaches him momentarily, swinging his greatsword, he dove below the swing, ending up behind the giant.

Trevor rolled right back to his feet, sword in hand as he looked back to see the other warrior, preparing an attack behind him. Positioning himself sideways to put both men in his view.

The other, ugly man charged him. Rather than let him close the distance, Trevor presses him with his sword aiming for an instant killing blow.

A stout man with a piggy face, little pig's eyes, and a high, thin voice. He had reminded Trevor of a certain priest, which made the sword, splitting the mans mouth open all the more…satisfying.

"Thats what you get, cunt!" Trevor exclaims as he catches the giant once again charging for a swing at him.

"Hey big guy, lay down your weapons and let me kill you, please?" Trevor says jokingly that further provokes the giant man.

Trevor decides to meet the giant man, twirling his sword in his right hand as he engages the man. Sparks fly from their confrontation.

'He must be half monster.' Trevor says in astonishment of the mans strength, as he leeps having to reduce the force by perfect body positioning and angle placement, complicatedly displacing some amounts of the force the man is generating when swinging and clashing swords with Trevor.

"DIE COCKSUCKER!" The giant rages on as his oppressive still hasnt died. Trevor responds to this exclamation by slicing some of the ground they are standing upon and throwing a cloud of dust and gravel(?) into the eye slits of his opponent's mask.

"AAAH YOU-" before he can even finishes, Trevor trips the giant, causing a devastating sound as hundreds of pounds of force instantly destroys the ground below the hurt and humiliated mans body.

He tries to get up, upon reaching his feet, something else finds its way into his eye slit. Blood rushes down his masked face as some pours out of his helmet, onto the sword sticking out.

A swift kick sent the sword in further, the tip now piercing the brain of the giant man.

"Should've taken my offer, now look at you." Trevor says with fake pity as he retrieves his bloodied sword from the mans skull.

"Alright, you can come out now, darling." Trevor says. A pair of figures comes from behind a pillar in the room. The first, a frail yet beautiful caramel skinned women.

The second, looking the same with a white streak of hair instead of only black.

The duo stared incredulously at him.

"You know its rude to stare? I heard it could cause infection." Trevor says while he begins to clean his blade, as the rag wipes down, the woman responds.

"T-thank you, you have saved me and my child…truly, I thank you from the bottom of my heart!" She says to him solemnly as she thinks about her son.

Trevor doesn't mention the obvious as he just nods and continues on with his work.

"W-who are you...my lord?"

"…Trevor, of house Belmont."