As Claria got closer, she could make out more details of the humanoid. His skin was grey and malnourished, some of it hastily wrapped in bandages to cover old wounds. His face was white, nearly mask-like, with red markings in several places. Strangely, despite the freezing weather, the man was nearly naked, his only clothing consisted of a long, black cloak, presumably to shield his skin from the sun and unwanted onlookers, and underwear to cover his private areas. It was clear to anyone that his body was demonic in nature or corrupted by demonic influence.
The figure swirled around, his eyes narrowing into slits as he heard Claria approach, his bones creaking audibly from his sudden movement.
"A knight…just my luck…" the being murmured. This wouldn't be the first time a knight had given him trouble, and he didn't expect it to be the last. He just hoped this one wasn't as quick to attack. He looked behind the knight for a moment, realizing that there was an entire group of people carrying weapons. His eyes widened slightly as his eyes met Cain's, yet he said nothing.
"...Mercenaries?" He thought. He briefly wondered if someone had actually sent the group after him. It seemed unlikely, but it wouldn't be the first time someone had been hired to kill him. He took a step back, his foot leaving visible prints on the snow as he looked around. That girl with the daggers certainly matched the description of the infamous mercenary he'd heard about in the past. He weighed his options for a moment, realizing fairly quickly that he had little chance of taking these people in a direct confrontation, nor would simply running away save him, considering the gunmen near the back. Slowly he raised two gnarled hands into the sky, a clear sign that he was unarmed.
"...Leave me in peace..." The figure croaked.
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