M for violence. This is Limadan after all.
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Warmth. It's been a very long time since heat plagued Limadan's mortal coil. Fur lined, massive plate armour in this climate seemedblike suicide. Yet the steel clad beast of a man seemed unphased by this. His body wasnt human by a far cry, corruption had distorted him into the warped creature he was now. Sweat was something his body couldn't even produce anymore. Flesh was a mere husk to the corruption he was.
And yet he still bled. People often did strange thing when met with the sight of him. And most people were repulsed by the aura of dread that surrounded him. There were people of the principle of flight and people of the principle of fight.
And the dagger lodged in his hip just now indicated there was someone stupid enough for the latter. Blood trickled down his side, but the giant seemed unphased by the wound, staring down his assailant, who aimed another stab for the cracks in his armour. Was he getting robbed? He didn't know the reasoning behind the attack, nor did he care.
Limadan raised his hand and slammed the back of it in his assailant's face, who slammed against the ground. "Filth," he murmured under his breath, raising his foot to stomp down on the back of his head, completely crushing it with a disgusting crack.
