"Haha....this isn't good." Black Coat Duveen chuckled emptily from a pile of rubbleles against the ground.
He was heaving and panting as his chest kept pumping deep breaths. His clothes were tattered and bloodied and his slightly wavy hair was scattered. His half top hat was nowhere to be seen
He just laid on the ground with blood trickling down a side of his head. His thin face was pale and the edges of his lips were curled with a thin and helpless smile as he looked up.
"You've completely destroyed us like this." As he said this he swept his gaze one final time across the dark room. The once filled room was now littered with corpses and body parts. A myriad of cracks and grooves filled the black walls and red blood splatters painted a gory image.
The number of thugs awaiting an order before were all dead. Some with their limbs and heads ripped out. Others died with fists sized holes in their chest.