Move over Frank Castle, there's a new vigilante in town.
All that stands between the Foolkiller and vengeance is 98 pounds of pure, unadulterated mean. His name is Sickle Moon and he knows a thing or two about blades. Brace yourself for one of the sickest, weirdest fights you'll ever see.
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