"If you weren't here, everything would go smoothly."
Bando's well-proportioned body convulsed twice, like a muscle spasm.
Crack!
The machete lodged in Bando's neck was yanked out by the panicked man and struck Bando's body once more with ferocious force.
The blade tore through the fabric of the uniform, slashing into Bando's body, producing the dull sound of metal hitting inorganic material.
Devoid of any signs of life.
Bando ignored the man's attacks. His body twisted and rotated, his joints producing an unbearable grinding noise as he took a step forward.
His face grew stiffer, the unnatural misalignment of his features surpassing the boundaries of human resemblance, even exuding a certain plasticky texture.
Pop.
Half of Bando's face fell off.
Beneath the "skin" of the dislodged half, exposed muscles and bone textures were visible, along with a lidless eyeball twitching erratically within its hollow socket.
