"For the Skull!"
Alan could faintly hear his victory cry being echoed back by his men through the thick Pit's glass and it was made even more muffled by the cheers of excitement coming from the Sun People. Yet he heard them all the same and patted his tattooed torso proudly. The pride of his compatriots was short lived, however. A sudden rattle of chains sounded out from his left and looking that way he saw a gate was opening.
Taking one last look at the monstrosity he had just killed; Alan shook his head amazed. While walking briskly too the exit, he mused to himself, "Was that Twisted really all that much of a threat? Sure, it had formidable power and speed, but its weak points were so obvious. The Skull can handle them easily on our own without these crazy people’s help."