Future Knockout Expert

Euri hadn't ever considered whether he might be a little psychotic in tense situations. But now that he was more or less done with Kiffs, he had to take a step back and contemplate the possibility.

"Crime by passion, that's it. Yep."

All four limbs of the man were broken beyond repair. The joints had been ground into a paste of meat and bones. Purple bruises covered the entirety of his throat, results of Euri's ham-fisted attempts at temporarily ruining his voice.

Blood was trickling down from his nostrils, ears, and mouth, pooling under his body mixed with piss. The stench was quite unpleasant.

"We could have avoided much of this if you were honest with me from the start, Kiffs," he said, feeling a bit sympathetic all of a sudden. Kiffs gazed at him with nothing but abject terror in his eyes.