Although Huey chuckled like so, his red eyes were lightless and hollow.
Empty and profound.
Not that the Abomination or anyone else could see it since he had his back turned.
'I can't continue to disappoint like this right?
Silently, he thought within himself.
Huey swept the loose and rowdy strands of his raven black hair back and exhaled deeply.
As he did so, he shifted on his feet slightly and straightened his bent back.
Huey's bruised back and dirty shoulders appeared broad and wide as he flexed them straight, making his slouched figure appear taller and more graceful.
His grip on his sword hardened as Huey took a single step and turned partially.
He agreed too.
He had to stop giving such a pathetic and disappointing display.
And so—
"I don't remember you talking so much like this."
—Huey exuded boundless sinister grace and dark arrogance instead.