StrangeMan stopped his attacks and looked at the cracked mask in Mania's hand. He stood there silently, his capes stopped their bloody barrage.
...
"...he he...now you've done it..."
StrangeMan arms shook, his daggered capes trembled. He raised his head and and gave a loud, un-godly shriek, the shriek could be heard through out the entire city.
After shrieking, he quickly faced Mania, and though he could not see it, Mania knew the anger that StrangeMan felt towards him.
His capes resumed striking his body, his grip tightend around Mania's neck, chocking him. Each slash from the daggers took large chunks of flesh from Mania's body.
His body was being ripped apart, his chest was a bloody mass of cuts and gashes. His arms and leg were bleeding uncomtrollably due to the many slices it had taken. For the final blow, StrangeMan cape stopped attacking him, and went to a snake-like striking position.
Suddenly they all launched and pierced through Mania's stomach, and then they instantly ripped out his guts, pieces of flesh and intestines bursted from the man's large open wound.
Mania fell to the ground, StrangeMan released his neck and picked up his mask from Mania's cold crimson hands. Though it was mostly cracked, and almost in pieces, a sad expression could be seen on the mask face.
He placed it on his face, and tried to give the mask a diffrent expresion on it...but it only let out a few sparks. He tried harder, but to no avail, the mask stayed in it's sad state.
StrangeMan laid down a small distance away from Mania's corpse, with his broken mask on his face.
"...he he he...Well now, I can't seem to move this body anymore...oh well. At least I got to make, or rather, see somebody made into a bloody pile of flesh.......wish....I....ould....ve....ucke...his.....oul......" The aura began to fade away, as StrangeMan layed motionless on the ground, holding onto his mask.