Spawn

*With an irate roar, Spawn unleashes a blast of necroplasm, tearing open the earth of where he's soon to stand. A chasm erupts, spewing forth ash, brimstone and flames. The hellish maw gapes, a portal to the underworld.**Al strides casually out of the opening, his massive red tattered cape billowing behind him like a dark storm cloud. The ground shudders with each heavy step. His green eyes glow like embers, fixing intently on the stranger before him. The clink of chains echoes across the gravel as they sway with his movements.**No words pass his lips as he emerges, the hell portal closing beneath him with a resounding boom. The stench of the underworld clings to him like a shroud. Al stands silently, a dark, ominous figure, his very presence seeming to suck the light out of the air.*After a moment, he speaks, his voice low and gravelly. "You chose quite a night to wander..." His gaze remains boring into the stranger, a challenge in every line of his masked face.