*SLASH!*
*SPLURT!*
Blood splurted following the sound of a slice made by some unknown form of clawed weapon. A dark shadow suddenly appeared, seemingly materializing from thin air.
The scene that greeted the first, puffing guard was something he couldn't process. What he had seen just didn't make sense at all, his mind just couldn't accept the information his eyes were sending forth.
The shadow looked to be a young kid, barely looking 10 or maybe 12 years of age. Yet, his strange-looking eyes glimmered with a sinister crimson hue, and instead of the expected supple, youthful hands, he had strange monstrous claws protruding from the tip of the dark-toned hardened skin of his fingers. He looked coldly at the guard facing with his back against him, ignoring the fact that he, the other one could clearly see what he was doing.