Falo went with great speed from one guard to the other, sucking their blood at record time, drying their bodies whole of their blood and dodging their bullets. All the guards, except one, were dead within seconds. "You are either lucky or unlucky, depending on how you look at it. You might be lucky to be alive, but you are unlucky because I will like torturing you. You understand, right? A man has his needs, and I need TO TORTURE!" He grabed the guard and started slicing up his stomach so his intestines would fall out. "Yes, that's good." He then ripped his legs off and tore his...trouser-snake off. The man screamed as his body was getting torn apart slowly. "Yes, scream louder. No one will save you, and even if I'm killed, you will never recover. Now, hold still..." Falo sliced up the guards arm up to show the muscles. "Eh, I'm getting bored with you." So he ripped the guard's head off and killed him. "Now what do I do?"