Stone cracked, falling apart as a fist came crashing down against its surface, the culprit behind this act of destruction cursing loudly, his sounding as though he had been living in a smoke factory for birth.
"What the hell is the matter with you again?" another nearby asked, many people, their identity nearly impossible to decipher, garbed in tattered robes and cloaks fashioned from materials recuperated from the trash of others, part burlap, part whatever.
Their hands were all grossly misshapen, covered in burns, bones protruding out from flesh that had once melted, solidifying into the abominations they still dared to call limbs, the one that just spoke up limped his way to his angry associate.
Their heads and faces were no better off than their deformed hands, all of them had both of their eyes carved out by dark orange flames, ever burning inside of their sockets, replacing their sights.
