"What the fuck..." the mercenary gasped, his rifle lowering.
Rick swung the severed arm exactly like a baseball bat. The meaty, bloody, severed shoulder end smashed directly into the side of the second mercenary's Kevlar helmet.
CLANG!
The impact was so brutal and forceful it heavily dented the Kevlar helmet and instantly snapped the man's neck with a sharp crack. He crumpled to the floor, completely dead before his knees even hit the tiles.
Rick carelessly tossed the useless, bloody arm aside. It slapped wetly against the corridor wall and slid down to the floor, leaving a thick red smear.
There was only one elite mercenary left. He was backing away rapidly, his hands shaking so violently he couldn't even aim his rifle properly. He fired wild, desperate shots into the ceiling, terrified out of his mind.
Rick lunged forward. He closed the distance and kicked the man's knee violently backward.
SNAP.
