Fruitymist

He laughed as the scythe met its target,a squirt of blood showering the man,but yet showed no signs of caring,as  this was his type of thing murder,death and blood,gore,whatever had relation to the above.He would laugh with a sense of fullfilment and success like he was proud,the victim was nothing but a subordinate of a ally familga,so no loss was really suffered....Well..for him. pulling out the scythe and wiping the blood of his face,a smirk went across his face.walking towards his newest victim,he lifted his scythe yet again,and in a instant,both the scythe and the victims head met,mashing his head slightly,causing a pool of blood to form