The monsters stood in a horde, forming a circle of no escape around them all. Lily was soon in a state of shock from blood loss. Knee shot right open. That leg was gone. The coated Zaroff walked to their fronts, keeping his distance but the monsters to his back. At his flanks were a man dressed in a comductor's outfit wearing a mask, Erik, the Phantom of the Opera, and a large muscular man dressed like a mechanic, Fransico.
"So. This is how it all ends. Not a boss fight. Not even a dignified death." Zaroff mocked. He held his large gun at his side. The man was confident and full of ego. "Any last words? I was hoping to put you three to use, not six feet into the grave."
"General. Hold off for a moment." Fransico asked. He was calculating them, judging how far and fast they could run. "Tichondrious would not be pleased if the Occult Hunter died. Let me save her life."
"You are all going to die." It was Erik who said that, but while his face was pointed at Lily, Eva, and Maylis, his eye that started to flow was directly looking at Zaroff's face. Seething anger coursed through him, as green energy built up on his body.
