(Third person POV)
Cough * Cough *
Trying to wipe the blood from his mouth, Desmond kept a stoic expression briefly before cursing in annoyance: "What a tough bastard, I guess it was the right decision not to try to have a fair fight against him."
Taking a brief moment to adjust his breathing as he held his wounded chest Desmond estimated that he had at least a couple of broken ribs plus some internal damage, which could already be considered good enough considering the opponent he faced.
"To be honest, I don't think you suffered enough," Desmond commented as he looked at the still kneeling corpse of Feng Sho, showing the kind of deep contempt Desmond felt.
With his hazy eyes dripping tears of black blood, the veins all over his body swollen, his mouth full of coagulated black blood, and an expression of pain and despair on his face; Feng Sho died a horrible death.
