With the sound of a crunch and a loss of all struggle, Roman’s hand eased and let the body drop to the floor before glancing over to Jin to see he was still standing as well. From there, Roman started pointing to the bodies that lined the ground.

      “...Eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twent--twenty-two? Oy, wasn’t there supposed to be only twenty-one of the blokes? Where’d the plus one come from,” he asked, one eye closed as he looked over to Jin.

      Roman shrugged and scoffed at it. There was a dark humor with what they did. He was certain it was still one of the gang members, so he didn’t think about it as much as he probably should’ve. 

       “Must’ve been our lucky day!”