*The knife slid into Warro's chest, a bubbling flow of blood welling up as it cut deeper and deeper. His face contorted in pain, Warro let out a high-pitched, girlish scream. Forcibly jerking the knife, I dragged it down across his stomach, reveling in the warm, hissing blood that erupted from its deep path. Slick, thumping guts and entrails poured awkwardly from the cavernous hole, slimy and blood-covered as I pulled them forcibly from his chest cavity with a gloved hand.
"You won't be needing those.. Hehe, now to stitch you back up
"*