Courtesy Call's user felt her leg recover, and stood up, but not to run, instead, to reach out for her fallen companion, tears staining her face as she did so.
However, before she did so, an object flew into the house from one of the windows, shattering it in the way in.
It was E for Extinction's user, was now on the floor, no longer living, several holes had been poked through him, similar to bullet wounds, but far too clean to be such.
"Pericles?-" The woman said, snapping her head in the direction of her other fallen comrade.
She was erratic, panicking, walking towards him now in her haze of confusion and then... She fell, a loud thud as she crashed onto the wooden floor, unceremoniously, just like her allies.
A tunnel had been carved from the back on her skull to the front, no bigger than a penny.
Cabacci assumed who the enemy was, but as soon as he made eye contact with the threat, he froze.
The culprit walked into the room. A tall man, pale, as a ghost, a long mane of silvered hair tied behind his head, though some strands came down to his shoulders, a scar across his left cheek, dressed in an attire, elegant and clean, as his way of walking. A hat on his head, covering his eyes with its shade. But his presence was not that of a man, this, was the devil himself, cold, unnexpressive, his murderous intent could be sensed as a long shadow growing in the room.
His Stand, a reflection of that wretched soul, manifested, long horns like a creature of hell itself, four strong arms that extended from its back, large, just as the man was tall, looming, cold, horrific. He spoke, with a thick voice, hellfire seemed to spew from his mouth as he did so.
"Figlio mio... What took you so long, Cabacci? You lost your talent..."