Kanis was silent beside his "companion". No trepidation or fear coursed through his body, no blood or marrow or hope or lust or unease. He had not a single, definable human emotion besides greed, and disgust. Kanis was a murderer, only recruited for his willingness to take lives, and his ruthless efficiency in doing so. He was well trained, an assassin since his creation, and without that "human" touch of his ally, scarecrow who juveniley called himself Patch.<br/><br/>He held his single scythe loosely, his withered gray fingers curled around the ebony haft. He would fight the troll alone if he had to. All he needed was that single, flawless strike, unseen, a demon stitched together from wood and skin falling out of the smoke, his blade bringing sure demise. Kanis was Death.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>