In The Face of Madness
Finally, some semblance of a fight fueled him as he wrapped his fingers around the hilt of his sword again, picking himself up from the floor as his garments were now stained in blood, snot, and tears.
As he lifted himself, he finally met eyes with the man, seeing the face appearance of the one who bestowed such anguish onto him.
His skin was as pale as could be, with prominent, protruding cheekbones and eyes so wide they seemed without eyelids; all giving him a surreal, uncanny appearance as if bordering between human and something supernatural.
By all sense of the imagination, he was a nightmarish sight.
Every subtle movement he made caused his surprisingly neatly-kempt, cobalt locks to bounce as they were kept in a bowl cut that reached down to his neck, except for his shortened fringes.
As he'd seen before, the man's eyes took on a black swirl, inhabiting a madness within them that exceeded understanding.