Strange Effects

"Can't you go any faster?!?" A large Deimon barked at the tinier Deimons. He had a large frame filled with tattoos all across his body. He wore a tight white t-shirt and a denim jacket with blue jeans. He stared at the field in the distance. It had exploded earlier, sending most of his workers into death's embrace. A glitch appeared to the side as he angrily stared at the Deimons working around him.

"Status report, Jorgo." An old woman with purple eyes asked. The large Deimon didn't turn to his superior. He pointed at a large piece of land.