The enemy leader's anger was like a turbulent storm within him. It seethed and burned as he bore witness to the brutal annihilation of his loyal underlings at the merciless hands of Bruce. Despite the bloodbath that had just unfolded, Bruce remained seemingly untouched and surprisingly lighthearted, even cracking jokes in the midst of such devastation.
This blatant disregard for the gravity of the situation only served to fan the flames of the leader's fury, intensifying the burning intensity of his anger. It was a moment of rage and vehement frustration, as his carefully laid plans crumbled before him in the most annoying and unexpected way.
"What? I told them to call you, but they decided that it would be better to fight me instead," Bruce shrugged. "They died because of their own decision making and because you were busy with some hoes. A wise woman once said that hoes are a waste of money."
