"What the fuck oh my God Doug no!" Roach cried out.
Doug's hacked-up body lay on the ground blood splattered everywhere. Entirely unrecognizable from when he was alive.
Roach backed out of the house in a panic his breathing heavy and erratic. He quickly realized that he needed to tell Broadrick about this. It was clear this was a rival gang attack.
Roach sped off like a rocket back to the bar, the sky growing darker as he ran.
'Shit is it gonna rain that's never a good sign!'
Roach kept running until he reached the bar but when he got there everything was in chaos.
All the buildings surrounding the bar had been torn down and hundreds of men with medieval weapons stood in their place.
They had white ghost tattoos on their bodies and could be seen fighting with another smaller group of men with black skull tattoos.
'Holy crap the Ghetto Ghosts, this is a full-on gang war!'
Roach dropped the basket and ran to find cover before anyone saw him and killed him or worse, make him have to fight!
Luckily no one did as they were too busy fighting and he was able to find an empty house where he could watch the battle from a safe spot.
Roach noticed men of all sizes and ages holding all kinds of weapons from spears, swords, shields, bows, maces, hammers, axes, and daggers.
They fought without any kind of strategy using only brute force and were guided by a savage bloodlust.
Roach saw Broadrick fighting with a giant battle axe cleaving his way through the army of Ghetto Ghosts with a psychotic smile on his face.
It was no wonder why he was the leader, he was so powerful. Roach watched as he cleaved up to three men in half with just a single swing.
But they were severely outnumbered and had obviously been taken by surprise as some of the men fought without clothes, doing God knows what before they were ambushed.
The sky only grew darker during the fight. Sounds of thunder echoed throughout the slums as the gangster clashed with one another.
"Broadrick! Here me!" A voice suddenly called out.
The two sides stop at the sound of the haggard voice. They looked on as a hulking man over seven feet tall walked toward Broadrick.
He had sickly pale skin, wild-looking white hair, a disfigured face full of fierce flesh, and bloody red eyes that stared coldly at the bearded warrior.
"Why isn't it the Ghetto Ghosts' freaky leader Erik!" said Broadrick as he returned the man's cold stare.
Erik growled at the man as he brandished his massive scythe, rippling muscles bulging, a look of pure hatred and resentment in his red bloodshot eyes.
"I know one of your men killed my older brother Keith three years ago so now I'm here for revenge!" He roared before charging Broadrick.
The battle erupted once again this time it was even fiercer.
'Shit I did that thank God he didn't see me!' Roach thought as he observed the growing battle unfold.
Erik proved himself a monstrous foe, as he swung his scythe Roach could see the wooden shaft warp from the force of his swings.
He snorted out his none existent nose on his face as he swung. Erik not having a nose only two dark holes on his face.
Broadrick dodged the attacks not daring to take them head-on while throwing in some counterattacks with his axe.
However, it was clear Erik was not only physically stronger than Broadrick but his combat skills also surpassed his.
Erik deflected every single counterattack before quickly swiping Broadrick with shallow strikes of his scythe.
But even though he was superior to Broadrick in every regard he still couldn't land a fatal blow only making skin-deep cuts on Broadrick's muscular frame.
Those flesh wounds added up though, after only a few minutes of nail-biting battle, it finally happened.
Erik landed a solid blow across Broadrick's chest creating a deep slash that went from his left collarbone all the way to the right side of his abdomen.
Broadrick screamed as some of his intestines began to poke out of his side. He fell to his knees gritting his teeth as Erik stood over him smiling sadistically.
"Look around your men are falling one by one! They've been pushed back into your base how long do you think your men can hold on fighting a defensive battle?! Oh but don't worry about that soon you'll be dead!" Shrieked Erik a frenzied look on his hideous face.
He raised his scythe ready to decapitate Broadrick. Roach couldn't watch this he had to look away but as he did he began to notice something odd going on.
"Why the hell is the ground shaking?!" Roach thought out loud.
Erik noticed this too as did all of the remaining gangsters. The violent tremors were impossible to miss.
Roach even saw some of the gangsters lose their balance and fall under the force of the tremendous vibrations this included Roach.
The entire east side shook even the giant steel structure of the Skull Troupe shook like it was gonna collapse.
"Is it an earthquake...no it can't be that then it could only mean...shit, shit it must be a monster!" Mumbled the dying Broadrick.
Erik's eyes popped open in shock before groaning in annoyance.
'Damnit I was so close to killing this bastard now I gotta run, no screw that he does now!'
Erik raised his scythe then...
Boom!!!
Thousands upon thousands of lightning bolts came crashing down onto the slums. Their missile-like impacts were accompanied by immense shock waves that toppled countless buildings.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!!" cried Roach as the building he was in collapsed on top of him.
A thick 10-pound metal sheet on the ceiling fell onto his head knocking him out.
As soon as he fell unconscious the ground several miles away tore open and a giant creature emerged from the ground as another descended from the sky.
Erik fell to his knees upon witnessing their arrival a look of pure terror on his face.
"Oh, we are fucked." Erik said somberly tears welling up in his dry red eyes.