Famine wears an unforgiving expression as he stares down at the man, his scythe holstered at his back. Behind him, lightning flashes towards the earth, illuminating the horseman’s armor and hair. BOOOOM! BOOOOM-BOOOM-BOOOOOM! “Never, ever fuck with what is mine,” he says. And then he crushes the man’s windpipe.
AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
