Tyler felt like he'd been pierced by a thousand thorns all over his body. Agony flared through every nerve, and he groaned, writhing on the ground like a worm struck by lightning.
"F*cking... hurts... dyammm..." he cursed, unable to endure the pain anymore. He rolled onto his side, his face contorted in agony.
A shrill, maniacal laugh echoed through the smoke-filled battlefield.
"HAHAHAHA! FUN! THIS IS FUN!" The Clown cackled wildly, eyes glowing with a crazed joy. He twirled in place like a demented ballerina, then suddenly stopped, pulling out something from his coat that looked... suspicious.
"Now let's play something different!" the Clown grinned, producing a rod. It was shaped disturbingly like a mushroom and glowed with ominous energy.
Tyler's mouth twitched. "Is that...?"
He didn't finish the sentence. His instincts kicked in. His buttocks tightened reflexively.
