OVERWATCH: *Screaming*
VAMI: *Wakes up*
VAMI: Where the fuck am I?!
OVERWATCH: *More screaming*
VAMI: Why is there a sword in my-- *Scream* Colette! You bitch! I'm going to fucking kill you dead!
VAMI: But you...You die first!
OVERWATCH: *Faints*
VAMI: I'm going to send...you back...straight back to hell!
VAMI: AHHHHHH--GRAHHHH! *More screaming of course*
As Vami pulled at the Damascus Steel Katana, memories flashed through his head of his ages long past. He grunted in agony, and pried the sword from his gut. Blood spilled from his body, coating the blade and tinting the ground a deep red.
VAMI: I'm going to kill you...I'm going to fucking hack you into little tiny pieces and feed you to Colette...Kill you... *Evil cackle*
VAMI: *Continued laughter and shitty photo* Eugh--bleeding so much...
VAMI: Kill you *coughing* kill you kill you kill you kill--
VAMI: I'm going to kill you, then revive you so I can kill you again! *evil laughter mixed with coughing and oral bleeding*
VAMI: *Fall down, pass out*
As Vami fell from blood loss, a mysterious vehicle arrived, ominously watching the emptiness. The door on the back cracked, released a hiss of steam, and exploded open.
???: Ahhh, burning flesh, blood, and bloodied steel. I haven't been post to such an arsenal of odors since my days as a Venetian lad. Tsk tsk, it has been some time. No matter. We came here for a reason.
The man's rambling was answered by the clacking of firearms, to which he smiled. He stepped out of the Paladin, and was followed by his men.
BRIGGS: Well, well, well. Looks like we arrived in the nick of time. Grab the Quantum Surfer. The hooded one, bleeding out of his ass. The one in the hat is nigh on death.
