Ella's 100 Word Challenge Week #4

The statue stood tall in the grey winters breeze. The face was red (with patterns). You could hear the screams from miles away.  The stamping could defain a soul. We all grabbed our sordes and ran after it to cut off the legs comeing from the top of his head like his hair stood on end.  Even though it couldn't walk, it could hop and shuffle, it was fast.  The legs at the top of it's head were shaking furiosly.  The frown was beginning into a darker smile.  Everywhere became black, all you could see was his white teeth glowing in the dark.