A Dead End
Fight Audition

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Moving down the darken hallway, The Slasher stalks at an even pace. Though the sociopath merely walks, the long strides taken by this brute of a being carries The Slasher quickly after the running prey. There is a screeching howl as the steel of the rust ridden blade drags across the wall of the corridor; tearing into the deteriorating structure. "You can run, but it won't get you anywhere..." The raspy voice teases, muffled and disguised by the mask that covers the face of the deranged serial killer.

Nearing the end of the hall, a dead end presents itself, leaving The Slasher's prey cornered with no other place to run or escape through. "You should learn to listen to your elders you little punk." The Slasher snarls.

And with a raised arm, the rusty blade is lifted into the air, before quickly being driven down towards the chest of the lone teenager. Striking out in a rapid motion, emulating the speedy strike of a deadly cobra, The Slasher attempts to make this one count.