A Fight? Oh how 'People' jumped to conclusions so...easily, simply because a Creature 'looked' horrid or even grotesque meant it would mean- well there was the 'Rumor' or 'Legend' of the
Butcher, somewhat similar to -Jack the Ripper- however at first it dined on the flesh of Warriors it felled in Battle, though its honor bond commitment turned into a lustful desire.
The Creatures form would seem to creak, as if its very bones had suddenly locked up and where attempting to move once more, a sickly cracking escaped its form as the creatures head twisted in a almost inhuman manner..like an owl..? Though from the noise that escaped its form any normal human would of died from doing what it just did.
Speak..? Why of course...Child..I can speak, did something make you think...otherwise..?
Its voice was guttered, as if it was struggling to create words while retained some manner of sanity, strained.
However its head would seem to twist in the direction of this
Archer the one who climbed the steps and seemed to grasp his Bow..? Well actually moving TOWARDS the stairs.
I'd..advice you to refrain from such, an Bow is the least practical thing in a confine space..if that arrow doesn't finish me off I assure you these cleavers would rend your flesh like hot butter...however I did not come here looking for combat, I'd prefer the Arena where both sides are on equal grounds.
The Creature would retort, an unfair fight was..no fun, it only killed..well as of recent killed humans who deserved it to satiate its hunger..but when it came to combat it desired an honorable duel, it still retained its 'Warrior' heart after all..despite being a flesh hungry monster.