Quick death

The flashing of light as the bombs fall, another family dead. The bullets raining down on civilians. The rain dulling the sounds of the blood splashing to the ground and painting the walls. Nobody can hear it. Not even the lieutenant. However, even without the sound in real time. Even without being personally responsible for every death. They are all aware, of the quick death.

Sarcosa walked quickly to the stage, slowing at the stairs and almost stomping straight to the middle, the whole time staring at his subordinates. He screamed "You bitch ass weaklings! How dare you even question my authority?! If you think my orders are wrong than why don't you try out something new and die in the process?! Maybe go back home like the pussy you are and die a coward with your tails between your legs the whole time." More violently he added "And if any of you little upstart mother fucking idiots think you've got more stones than me, than ya can take my place as leader after I'm fucking dead!" Sorcosa, entirely stone faced, somehow even more terrifying now that he is not showing any visable emotion shouted.

*Bang, Bang* Two shots rang out in the air barely missing the Colonel and interrupting his monologue as two large men tackle the would be assassin. Sargent.Oskar and Sargent Major.Ora drag the assailant right before his potential victim. "Scum!" the wannabe assassin desperately screamed. Sorcosa smiling smugly laughed only to ask "any particular god, well Major.Ramir?" Ramir replied "Fuck you, you murderer, you blood thirsty bastard, you... you fucking stain on our na-" *Bang, bang* Ramir's lifeless body fell to the stage his blood spilling from the fresh smoldering hole in head. "Traitors recieve quick punishment" the crowd whispered.