"Touchdown."
Everyone in the hallway just watched as Rhys casually stood up from the slab of concrete that had bits and pieces of flesh and guts spewing from beneath it. His clothes were completely tattered, and there were traces of blood painting his body. But if one were to look closer, there was absolutely no trace of a wound on him at all.
"Wrong sport there, bruv…" The Boss let out a grunting breath as he stared at Rhys before looking down, only to see that his own leg that he used to kick Rhys was actually bleeding — no, it was broken. Seeing this, the Boss' eyebrows started to lower and a snarl slowly formed on his face,
"...This is my good leg."
