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As she overlooked the city, Inari would notice a group of Torchwick's goons stepping out of a truckin front of a club, but these weren't members of the White Fang. They all wore deep maroon combat-wear, all of them wearing black Grimm masks that seemed to be resembling that of an Ursa. They were all heavily armed with top of the line equipment, and even from way up high, one could sense the depravity of these men. They were uncaring savages, monsters in the shape of men that wanted nothing more then to wreak bloody chaos whenever they were unleashed. But as intimidating as these men may have been, their leader was terrifying.

 He was imossibly tall, around 6'11, with a shock of spiky red hair on his head, and his eyes hidden behind a high tech metal visor, red light emanating eerily from the gaps. He was wearing a similar outfit as his cronies, but his was mostly black, with red lines woven through-out it. His arms wete uncovered, the rippling muscle hidden under a dense layer of coarse black fur, as well as Ivory spikes and plates that ran up the length of the huge limbs. These powerful arms ended in savage claws, sharp as any blade, with one holding a large, brutish weapon, suiting of such a figure. It was a large mechanized black cleaver, bearing one deadly cutting edge, that he swung around with a practiced ease. 

Turning towards the club doors, a savage smile on his lips, as he drew back his arm before launching a single punch into the door, blowing it off it's hinges with a loud crash. The people infront of the door went flying back, causing people to stop and turn in fear to look as the men walked inside. Whispers ran around the room, only increasing in intensity when the huge white haired man came in, instantly recognizable by everyone present.

[b]The Butcher[/b]

He was Torchwick's main guy, known for being a cruel, heartless man by all, and better still known for bring half-Grimm, though no one knows how that came to be. One thing everyone knew, however, is that where ever The Butcher appeared, people tended to die. He was a man who followed his instincts, and his were always telling him to kill, kill, kill. 

The Butcher moved through the crowd, his men standing near the entrance and around the dancefloor with weapons raised, lickung their lips in anticipation. These were the Butcher's Boys, sickos and freaks that got off on violence, death, and mutilation. If anyone were to give them trouble, than the Boys would make them into their toy, were the only thing forbidden to them was to put the toy out of its misery. Once your in their claws, everybody knew you were as good as dead and that it'll be the most painful, agonizing, humiliating death imaginable.

"Hey, old man," The Butcher said as he reached the owner of the establishment, lifting him up by the front of his shirt as spoke, "You're late on your taxes again, asshole, what's the deal. You'd think you'd learn your lessoon after we broke your brother's kneecaps the last time. but obviously not. We gave you a warning this morning, so I'll ask just cause I'm a nice, Do you have it yet."

The owner was terrified, he had thought he'd have more time. "I'm sorry, I swear I'll have it by the end of this month, just please spare me." The Butcher rolled his head, scanning the room from behind his visor until he spotted one girl hiding in the crowd, a pretty young thing bearing a resembalance to the man he held. Smiling, The Butcher proceded to throw the owner into the bar,his smile growing as the girl ran over to him. He grabbed her arm before shr could reach the man's unconscious form and lifted her up, grabbing her roughly by the chin, his claws dangerously close to her face. "You've been holding out, old man, you're daughter is a real beauty. . . just the kind of girl that Torchwick's been needing to warm his bed at night. Of course, the boys and I will have to give her some training on how to treat the boss, make sure she nice and docile. I look forward to that." The girl tried her best to struggle out of his grip, but it was no use. He tossed her to two of his boys, who knocked her out by butting her in the back of her head with a rifle, barely able tp control themselves as they undressed her with their eyes, like she was a piece of meat for them to inspect.

With the payment recieved, The Butcher and his men began to make their way out of the establishment, expecting to be unchallenged as was the norm.

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