With a force of a mountain, the head of the ghoul exploded into a million pieces as the vile liquid that was once was the blood of a myriad splashes all over the surroundings, and with a thud the ghoul fell with its final life force snuffed out of eternity.
Quagmire tightly gripped the bolt-action rifle, once the shot was fired, along with a strong force and a gust of wind, he raised his bolt-action rifle, and immediately bolted out of the door. Adrenaline aflame, he forced himself to dash towards each and every obstacle, eventually out maneuvering the field of views of the ghoulish patrols.
Once he was once again out of view, he twisted his feet as the joints turned and clicked, the direction changed into the opposite of what was once he was heading to. With the bolt action at hand, he bent his knee and placed his right foot forward. As the bolt action rifle entered his field of view, he made a few maneuvers using his hands, and placed it below his cheek while lowering his head.
