The large man fixed his intense gaze on Zorvax. His face twisted into a grimace of satisfaction. "Now that your little friend is down, it's your turn," he declared, his voice cold and resolute.
He and his two companions, a woman and a young man, trained their guns on Zorvax, ready to fire. Zorvax, in a surprising turn of events, smiled broadly and then let out a deep, hearty laugh.
His laughter echoed through the desolate streets, a stark contrast to the grim situation. The trio of assailants exchanged puzzled looks, their confident stances faltering.
The large man's face was a mask of confusion and frustration as he glared at Zorvax. "What's so funny?" he demanded, his voice rough with a mix of anger and doubt. He looked over at his companions, seeking some sort of explanation or support.
