Falling to the ground, a guard tried to crawl away, stopped right in his track as what looked liked the remains of an organ splattered right in front of his eye, soon followed by a boot that came down upon the lost body part, twisting her feet as her weight bore down in it, a stray stream of blood hit the guard right in the face.
"Get up already you moron!" another guard suddenly showed up, holding nothing but a shield, not seeing the point in carrying anything else when he couldn't hope to hit the danger scouring the city anyways.
At the moment, the guards and The Death Dealer were standing inside of a house, which had received a new paint and severely new decorations just recently, courtesy of a nice and certainly not scary lady.