Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-24510587-20151030164455/@comment-5650583-20151108010525

Scythe dodged one Cleaver as an uber-Acolyte stumbled towards him, but a second Acolyte smacked him across the room, leaving a dent in his hastily cobbled-together chestplate. Still dragging from his previous injuries, Scythe drew Red Death, a gift from Sauron. "Oi fuckface, over here!" he hissed at the nearest Acolyte. As the blind monster lumbered towards him, the Hunter poured rounds into the Hive while backing slowly away.

When it finally fell, his Ghost said < That's odd. Your health increased when you killed that thing. Do that again, it might help you recover. >

"You know me too well, Ghost." Scythe growled as he changed mags. "Killing things always makes me feel better."