Orlando
Oh fuck! "What the-" Before he knew it the ground was gone, and he was falling down like a sad miserable potato. "HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! NOWAY NO WAY NO WAY NO WAYYYYY!!! GOD PLEASE-" And then there was silence, accented by a disgusting, almost wet snapping sound mirroring her smooth landing.
*Crunch*
Marrow leaked out of the poor man's brains, and he looked nothing short of a mangled mess.
*Splurt*
And then he got up.
"Urgh, look at what you've done. Do you have any idea how expensive that suit was you fucking cunt?" He groaned like he had just been stung by a bee. How fucking annoying. His left side of his face was practically oozing with blood, and his neck was snapped disgustingly.
What was once a flawless body looked now like nothing short of a shitty mannequin on strings that just got hit by a truck. It was beyond grotesque, but despite that his form and exterior was mostly intact. Limbs snapped back unnaturally, and while he was all bloodied that didn't stop him from fixing his tie and wiping the dust and blood off him.
He slapped the side of his head a bit, and parts of a brain leaked out of the shattered eardrum. Well, it wasn't his, so that was okay! Still a fucking pain in the ass though. So with a sigh, he picked up his bat and laid it over his shattered shoulder with a bloody smile.
"Well, at least it looks like you can also speak English. Nothing like head and a cold pint after a shitty day of work." The gruesome sockpuppet cadaver slapped her back amiably and even leaned on her while wrapping his arm around her shoulder sleazily, which made sense considering how bad he looked.
"They're not usually that filled at this time of day, but I know places for varying tastes. How about it pal, wanna have some fun? You won't even have to pay."