Despite her tiny frame, Vivienne now swung the warhammer towards me with a vicious, uncontrolled rage. “You just couldn't play nice, could you Ray-Tracing! All you had to do was put that cretinous console-loving pretender Stanley behind bars, but no, the famous Dick Ray-Tracing had to poke and pry until he took the glory.” As another strike missed me by inches, I caught sight of Anna and Carmen bolting toward the warehouse's entrance but, faced with armed police storming in, changed tack and, in a panic, sprinted towards the windows extending down the building's western wall.
“Stop! Armed police! We will fire, creaked out over a place megaphone, but neither women halted and, as Vivienne finally caught me across the collar bone with the warhammer, knocking me off my feet…
