Die Hard

Redrum was completely absorbed in his own confrontation, oblivious to the macabre yet amusing events unfolding beside him. His focus was laser-sharp, honed in on his prey with an intensity that drowned out all other sounds and distractions.

Without hesitation, he lunged forward, engaging in a brutal exchange of claws and teeth with the coyote. Their bodies intertwined in a dance of violence, saliva spraying as Redrum sank his teeth into the creature's cheek, tearing away a sizable chunk of flesh.

In the chaos, Redrum's laughter rang out, a wild, primal sound that echoed through the air. But then, as if pulled from his trance, he caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye. His brother, Ripper, standing nearby, wielding a severed leg as a weapon.

The realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. A leg? As a weapon? The absurdity of it all almost caused Redrum to lose his composure. He had never considered such a tactic, never even imagined it as a possibility. But there it was, unfolding before his eyes in all its grotesque glory.