Chewing on a piece of bark, mask pushed up just enough to let him
eat, Deathmask jumped slightly at the sound of felled trees.
Pulling out a gun, Deathmask slowly creot towards the noise eyes
straining to catch the sight of familiar red hair. Pulling his mask
firmly over his face, Deathmask observed the fight unaware of
Enigma's presence
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