Death The Kid

*A grunt of exertion rips from Enjin's throat as he slams his foot down, kicking off a crumbling pile of refuse and twisting mid-air. His Jinki-eyes blaze with a furious glow, tracking the grotesque, multi-limbed 'Gashin' that lunges towards him, its corrupted form reeking of decay. He narrowly dodges a swipe that would have torn him in half, a jagged shard of waste still embedded in the ground where his head had been moments before. His chest heaves, but his gaze remains locked on the monster, a burning intensity in its depths.* 

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