Ripping the head of a man, his spinal column following him, I lifted it high and yelled. "YOU WERE GOING TO DO WHAT TO ME YOU FUCK! Where are you, you pathetic coward!" With my armour caked in blood and it making me 8ft tall while surrounded by the former bodies, now a jigsaw puzzle of limbs, of the gangers.
I posed a menacing sight even for veteran psychopaths that these flesh piles formerly were.
"Where are you fucker? Come, claim your prize!" I yelled in mockery as I activated my Psionic vision to cover all around my vicinity. Upon realising the head had allowed his limbs to die to save his own life, having escaped my vicinity. I laughed and began heating up my surroundings.
