"Wow," Yale said, staring at the man hurling his guts out after I hit him once. By guts, yes, I spot an intestine coming out his mouth.
"Oops," I said, watching the man closely. "Sorry. I think I overdid it."
"Clearly." She mused looking intently at the man puking something red and bloody before he fell, unmoving. "I think he's dead, Zion."
"I think so too," I said, looking at the man's blank eyes staring heavenward. "He isn't moving."
"Didn't you remember to hold back?" She asked, rising her eyebrow at me, trying not to laugh.
"I thought I did. That punch wasn't even that strong." I said, finally noticing the gasps and horrified looks of the people around us. "Well, this doesn't seem good."
They are terrified and they have seen our faces. Hmm. This seems like a problem.
"Yale, Zion. You two-"
We turned to see Alexis looking at us with confusion and worry written all over his face.
