"Told you to freaking shoot! Told you to hit my thigh!"
"Damn, scared the crap out of me!"
"Even the site supervisor doesn't dare to hit me!"
"I am a dignified master Assassin, Ezio's thirty-eighth generation disciple, almost died at your hands!"
The poor underling, his hands were clearly prosthetics, very strong, but unable to withstand the group blades. He accidentally fell during a venting-style attack from four people and was immediately hacked beyond recognition.
Yet, they hadn't killed anyone before, each cut avoided vital parts and wasn't very forceful, resulting in him lying there gasping for air while blood bubbles gurgled from his mouth. Who knows if he was begging for a swift death or cursing the craziness of this group.
In the end, even in death, he couldn't find peace, glaring at the heavens as if questioning why he encountered such a bunch of cyber maniacs.
