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"HAH! That was fun! I'd do it again, but I don't have anything that can launch me that high again."
The Crimson Tyrant then stood up and attempted to pat his lower body off of dust, but he stopped when he felt a sticky wetness on his hand. There was also something mixed in it.
He then looked below him and saw that there was a pool of blood from where he landed. That sticky wetness on his hands and his pants was blood. And there are some bits and pieces of flesh in there too.
"Ahah...uh, oops? Bad landing, I suppose. I hope whoever this is wasn't too important to you guys because, well...he isn't coming back."
That was Father John. The Crimson Tyrant landed on Father John and squished him to an unrecognizable bloody stain on the already bloodstained floor of this underground mess.
Cardinal Miles felt bad for the poor fool, really. The last thing that unholy priest heard before he died was someone yelling 'CANNON BALL' as if they were diving into a pool.
