Eyes looking out on a world tinged in red watched the armored figure. Angry, hungry eyes.
Shiny, shiny armor. He didn't like shiny, but the insides would be squishy and tasty once he opened the tin can and rummaged around with his claws a little.
"Come out an' play," he whispered to himself before dropping from the highest branch capable of sustaining his weight, aiming directly for the figure on the ground.
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