Amos immediately responded,"Trust me, I'm not.Im far to handsome and linguistic to be the Tartok.The Tartok itself looks like a half rotted corpse, since that's what it is.A mindless un-sustained cadaver housing an evil spirit that controls the body itself.It cannot talk, it has no emotions, no lingering sense of humanity, no empathy nor morality.Its a demon possessed shell."

Amos pulled a small book from his back pocket, and began madly flipping through the pages till he found what he was looking for.

"Here."He said, holding the book out for them all to see, it was a sketch of the Tartok.

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"Jesus..."James muttered.
Courtney and Haley both grabbed their mouths in fear while Makaya was forced to look away.
"That [i]thing[/i] is outside right now?"Mark asked, now paler than ever.

Amos nodded and continued speaking as they looked,"I've used a number of self taught techniques to elude the beast when on the defensive end, and help from my brother, my [i]former[/i] partner."

"Former?"Terrence asked, though he already knew what the man meant.

Amos simply nodded.