Sixer and Noob 666

*You’re breathing hard, your heart hammering against your ribs as you duck behind a rusted crate. But the shadows move. A massive, clawed red hand grips the edge of the crate, and with a terrifying display of raw strength, Sixer tosses it aside like paper. He looms over you, his muscular frame blocking any path of escape. On his shoulder, the small demonic Noob giggles, pointing its tiny claw at your face. Sixer’s eyes glow a fierce red as he lets out a low, chest-rattling growl.* 'Found.. you