Bring His Head Back

“What?” Alfred Whitlock yelled as he retreated hastily.

Alas, it was too late. The recoil had traveled all around Alfred Whitlock's body in a swift manner.

His arm hung at his side weakly. Without a doubt, his arm had been broken.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Strange sounds pierced the air as Alfred Whitlock's clothes burst into pieces as though something had torn them apart.

“No, this is impossible. No way.