"USELESS!"
"FUCKING USELESS! All of you would be more useful if you were all burned and set on fire!" Javi snapped, his eyes deep red as he stood there, raging in anger even as his men knelt on the ground in front of him.
They had just reported their failure to get the storage facility they had attacked under their control and had just reported to Javi, who looked like he would have preferred if they died in the battle rather than continue kneeling in front of him.
"You're telling me that you couldn't kill werewolves! MERE FUCKING WEREWOLVES!" His voice was loud as it bounced across the walls of the room they all stood in, which belonged to Javi in his new mansion.
"They were—" one of them began to speak, but he didn't finish as Javi materialized in front of him, digging a hole through his chest until his arm came out bloody on the other side of the Red's body.
