With a wide gaping hole in his chest the purple haired man fell the ground.
Red blood dying the brown ground red.
As his body started dissapearing breaking down into light particles.
It was clear to everyone that his journey had reached a end.
Atleast a temporary one till the tower allowed him back in.
Looks of shock and horror appeared on all the red team members faces.
They were too stunned seeing one of their own dying as their face lost colour.
The only reason they were able to handle the shock of seeing a person die in front of him was because they knew this was a non lethal floor.
And that even if he died he wasn't actually dead.
Still that didn't mean many of them weren't pissed to see one of their own die like this.
And at losing a team member which meant they were now 24 people against 25.
A whole one person disadvantage which may potential prove fatal.
