Dead... death... dying... killed... kill... killing... his hand had killed it. The pipe effortlessly destroyed the figure, shattering it into thousands of pieces like a pane of fragile glass... perhaps he had used too much force on the fragile assailant of the woman. Not that it mattered now as he stood up, searching the field for more foes... he found none as the woman spoke once more in her monotone voice.She congratulated him... it had been so easy... then stage two... second... two. Down the hall more figures appeared, four this time. Two firing... fired... fire... guns in their hands. The other two sprinted towards him, one already upon him, driving a stick of sorts towards him... he did not deign to block it. Instead, he decided trading blows was a worthy choice, and aimed his own attack as a more conservative smash to its midsection, now knowing of these foes fragile nature.
If succesful, he would then move to sweep the feet of his other melee opponent, seeking to put it on its back before crushing what would be its skull. Then, using the cover they had so haphazardly vaulted over to reaach him, he would make his way towards the gunmen, intent on closing the distance and crushing them as well... crush... crushed... crushing... dead... dying... dream... dreamed... dreaming...