John's True Color

The undead goblins shuffled closer, forming a tight circle around us. Their glowing blue eyes seemed to pierce right through us, unblinking and soulless. Instinctively, we got into defensive stances, weapons ready, but come on—what was the point? We all knew we were outmatched to begin with. John just stood there, arms crossed, watching us like some smug final boss.

"Well," John finally said, smirking like he was thoroughly enjoying this, "killing you guys too fast wouldn't be any fun, now would it? So here's the deal—let's play a little game. If you can last ten minutes against my undead minions without giving up, I'll reward you with a painless death. Sounds fair, right? But if you can't…" He let out a creepy, giddy laugh. "Then I'm gonna have to torture you all to death! Bahaha! Ah, I can't wait to drink your blood as well and absorb your life force! Hehe! This is going to be so much fun! Don't you think?!"