"Arthur, come out!"
"Arthur! Get the hell out here!"
"You really don't have the guts, do you?"
White Wolf cursed, his voice rising with each word. Despite his fury, he could only watch helplessly as his men, stationed in front of him, fell one by one. The enemy, hidden in the darkness like a falcon in the night, was deadly accurate with each bullet. Surrounded and under fire, he couldn't move; all he could do was watch as his men fell around him, until he was the only one left.
The noisy, fearful voices of the guests who had come to witness the event gradually subsided, until only a few faint groans of anguish remained.
