Dust.

Everything I smell here? Smoke and dust.

Dust, smoke, dirt...

Hmmmmm...

What else?

Oh right, blood, sounds of fighting, shouts of people around, the coldness of the ice, the heat of the fire, cracks of electricity, the masked presence void, and corrosion of flesh and various material...

Bloodied, bruised, weakened, destroyed, incapacitated.

All forms of beaten crowds around, and the few remaining are either backing off from him, staying the hell away from him, or trying to find another way to escape this madness.

Fear, awe, amazed, cautious, guarded, anger, and relief were all on the faces of the children in the place. Some of them were injured in the fight, others seemed to be confidently fine.

But, it was mostly fear they were releasing.

He had nothing to resolve what is done by his hand now.

What he sees right now, is an unjust act of damnation of hatred. Crime by these bastards daring to even hurt people badly.

The act of justice should be delivered upon them!

"You bastard! You cheating bastard!" A pained, distorted voice shouted directed to him. The source of the voice was coming from a man with a strange armor of hands, although there was something awfully dry on his hands. "Why the hell did you mess up the plans!?"

'Plans? What plans? To hurt people? That was the plan?' He clenched his hand hard. 'This bastard...'

"...Thy will be done on earth, thy wicked shall be perished within thee blade of mineth."

He slowly raised his unformed hand towards the injured weird handy-man. "Cometh and perish as a wicked sinner ."

This is just a teaser of the story I'll be writing people.

Hope this will end up good as I expect I do...

Which I wont.

So hold on to this, I'll update whenever I can.