Countless headless bodies fell to the ground after a few seconds of remaining standing, the sheer shock and swiftness of their demise made it so their bodies failed to realise that the main organ upstairs had already passed, turned into just about as many pieces as it could split into.
Skull fragments, blood, hair, teeth and all of the components that could be found above the neck were now painting the ground, walls, trunks, leaves and other corpses, two caped figures moving over the still corpses, a cacophony of roars, slaughter and screams coming from outside the interior of the rather lavish manor-like place they were in, with trees grown inside for some reason, providing juicy fruits to the inhabitants lucky enough to reside here.
Today, luck would not be the correct word to use.
"Brother, you can't just shout everything to death, we are supposed to get someone alive" Atsalinopalo reminded Vespertillo, the latter of the twins shrugging his shoulders.
