[To say he had a pleasant experience in the catacombs or back "home"? He'd just stab you through the chest and be done with it. No laughter, no monologue, just pure, unadulterated hate for the reminder that no matter what amount of training he had he was still weak. He'd definitely seen better days, the cloth around his waist even more torn than usual and mask either missing or cracked in some places. He looks like hell, and yet he's still standing on his two feet.
Is he a zombie exiting the catacombs? No, no he isn't. But he seems to be attracting quite a few of them due to spitting out a bit of blood in disgust.]
So they seemed fit to bring me back, huh...?
[His eyes almost seem to glow in the darkness, but it isn't just his eyes that are visible in view. Zombies are approaching, and his "patience" has been worn out completely. Red eyes and an accumulation of smoke and darkness are the only clues before it finds itself in a burning cage. It seems someone came back with friends. A
rather big one, to be more accurate.]
What an interesting welcome. Ah, well. Out of one inferno and into another!
[A sneer crosses his lips, and all he does is
laugh while watching the flames erupt around him as the feed cuts out.]
[OOC: Anyone can tag! But if you're nearby and are thinking negative thoughts, expect Unversed to join in attacking you. Thank you. :3]