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Blaze is Not A Happy Camper today, oh no.
It's a little hard to tell, though; under the gore that liberally covers his greatcoat, stains the high-collared grey uniform beneath and soaks into his tangled mane of hair, he might be burning with fury, or on the verge of an almost religious ecstasy.
It's the eyes that give him away, maybe; as red as the blood he's soaked in.
Two handguns clatter onto a Nexus table, as he pulls a broken blade out of his ribs.
"What makes you kill?"
It's a little hard to tell, though; under the gore that liberally covers his greatcoat, stains the high-collared grey uniform beneath and soaks into his tangled mane of hair, he might be burning with fury, or on the verge of an almost religious ecstasy.
It's the eyes that give him away, maybe; as red as the blood he's soaked in.
Two handguns clatter onto a Nexus table, as he pulls a broken blade out of his ribs.
"What makes you kill?"