Leaning back, blood streaming down his face, Vitaliy retracted his revolvers stylishly, signature sly grin multiplied tenfold.
"Oh look at YOU! Blundering about... only to stop to worry about MEE?! How sweet..." Slowly swinging his arms around in circles at his sides for apparently no reason other than to show off blatantly, Vitaliy lifted himself up, staggering forward with a few quick, lazy steps.
Sunglasses having flown off to the side immediately after his initial impact, everyone in the room could easily see Vitaliy's eyes glowing brightly like two small torches of blue fire. Finally standing up straight in the middle of the room, Vitaliy suddenly struck a strange... yet fantastic pose.
Arms extended forward, right in front of left, Vitaliy folded his fingers on each hand to resemble what appeared to be make-believe guns as he spun around, pointing dramatically at all those in the room. As his gaze passed by the kid doing his "little magic tricks", Vitaliy let out a egotistical wink.
Suddenly stumbling over due to absolutely massive amounts of fatique, Vitaliy let himself fall to the ground with his arms sprawled out to either side. Landing on the floor with a light "thump", he reached out towards the ceiling, laughing almost hysterically in triumph.
"HAHA! Looks like something did work after all!"
Oh... I almost forgot didn't I...
Raising his right hand towards the opening he had created in the wall, Vitaliy pulled his head up for a moment, scarf trailing behind him in the light breeze that was making it's way into the room.
It was at this moment Vitaliy raised his middle finger up towards no one in particular, still facing the body-sized hole in the wall. After holding up the rude gesture for several long seconds, he leaned back again, letting out a sigh of relief as he folded both arms over his chest in a reserved manner. Relaxing on the floor casually, he remained oblivious to the cuts, bruises, and blood splattered all over his body. Taking the moment to revel in his accomplishment in killing the nasty spaghetti terror, the thought of the horrible vision he had just witnessed was converted to a much more simple view for the time being...
I guess Satan just hates me...