[@Drifting Pollen]

[i]Catskull grinned sardonically at her, and in a freshly made alternate dimension, Catskull #2 scowled ominously and hefted his Dane sword in both hands, left over right, left foot sliding a shoulder's length apart and backwards. He almost fully extended the sword before him, tip aimed at a point several inches above the woman's head. He'd begin striding towards her with over three feet of blade held two-and-a-half feet before himself. Meanwhile Catskill #1 continued talking. His method was a simple one. To maintain his frightening image, he killed those who stood before him from another dimension, thus making it seem as if he had killed them by will alone. Only the fallen knew they'd been struck down firsthand, but even that information became lost with the closure of death.[/i]

[b]"Hmph. Ye' know of mine repute but still ye' brandish thy chain before me? Tell me, what be thy name, that on thy grave marker I may urinate on my way back through this festering dung pile called a village."[/b]