The entryway was covered in blood, just covered in it. I could see finger nails marks in the ground from where multiple people attempted to escape and were drug back inside, so that was nice. Aside from the blood the initial area was a mess. Like furniture was broken and smashed into the walls, the front desk had a huge chunk missing from what looked like something clawing it down. I regretted my decision making immediately upon seeing the entryway. Like the whole "Well we got paid we have to do the job" seemed stupid in the face of what looked like an awful job.
"So we blow the building up yah? And just tell him it was the only way." I had to admit Alisa had a decent plan, which seemed scary because she didn't exactly look like the brains of the outfit kind of person.
"Did you bring any explosives?"
"Nope, did you?"
"I just brought this pistol." She looked at me with an agape mouth, standing there amidst that scene of carnage and she apparently was amazed I only brought one gun.
"Seriously? I have at least two, plus a bunch of knives, you brought one gun? Are you senile? Do you have some kind of brain disorder?"
"It's the hand of the fire god, I only need one." Yes I used the hand of a literal god to kill some basement monsters, seeing the kind of destruction in the initial entry way I knew I made the right choice.
"Right lots of guys name their pieces, doesn't make it anymore deadly." I was about to inform her of the pistol's history when something growled from the darkness. Alanis got behind me and I took up the hand of the fire god ready to show her what was what.
Unfortunately what emerged neither of us were ready for. And that's where I'll leave you because I'm sick and writing is really hard when you can hardly keep your eyes open! Till the next entry when I hopefully feel better!
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