Zaragon stood there, his suit covered in splatters of blood. With a deep glare, he waved one of his four hands over his body, and the suit was immediately cleaned perfectly. With a snap of his finger, the blood covering the floor, walls and ceiling also disappeared within the next few moments.
"Disgusting. Who do you think you are to come into my home and dirty it with the blood of those disgusting savages?" Zaragon asked, as he turned his head over toward the other three customers who were still completely overwhelmed by the situation.
With a wave of his hand, their throats were cut and their head fell to the ground. But they didn't actually land on the ground, instead, they fell through a hole that suddenly appeared in the floor together with their bodies.
