Shouts and cries of pain and suffering echoed as the 100,000 player army watched one of their own, or former own, getting destroyed by Dave's army.
Dave had beaten the living hell out of Douche-Guy and his goons. Mopping the Wilds's grounds with their faces. The destruction of the two hundred players took less than one minute. In which, none of Dave's undead suffered any obvious or grave injuries.
Dave smiled as he saw Douche-guy dissipating into specks of light. He turned toward Demetri and said, "Sorry for that, but he had to know his place."
Demetri shook his head saying," He brought his death and level loss on himself. I hope you forgive this rude behavior."
