Blood seeped from numerous orifices across Orion's battered body, a testament to the brutal punishment he had endured.
Bones lay shattered, flesh torn as if by jagged edges, and bruises marred his form in grotesque patterns.
His skull was partially caved in, several teeth were missing, and his nose lay broken and crushed, grotesquely bent inward.
His jaw hung at an unnatural angle, dislocated, while his fingernails clung desperately to his fingers, held only by strips of torn flesh.
A deep, unmistakable imprint of a fist lingered on his abdomen, the remnants of Anthony's earlier devastating blow.
Orion's motionless body sprawled on the ground, unconscious.
Here and there, his muscles twitched involuntarily, a reflexive response to the overwhelming force he had been subjected to.
His form was stained in a grotesque palette of red, brown, and black, a grim mosaic of blood, dirt, and the aftermath of relentless assaults.
