Inside the room, the situation was completely grotesque.
The bald leader was lying flat on his back on the floor. He was bleeding heavily from the stab wound in his back. He was desperately trying to crawl away, his fingers scraping against the floorboards.
Camilla was kneeling right next to him. She was not stabbing him anymore. She had discovered that this weak body was actually very good at slapping.
Camilla raised her hand and brought it down hard across the dying man's face.
Smack!
The leader groaned loudly, panting heavily for breath. His nose was broken, and his lips were bleeding.
Through the thick wood of the door, the men outside only heard the loud smacks and the heavy, exhausted panting of their boss.
The two men listening at the door pulled their heads back. They chuckled quietly to each other, completely misunderstanding the situation.
