[Feeling Turkey go down like that is surprisingly satisfying, and as Turkey struggles to right himself he manages to awkwardly get back onto his feet with only a little fumbling over the balls. The pain of his arm will be really getting to him soon, and even now the adrenaline can't completely mask the sting of it. He's going to need to patch himself up fast after this.]

[Even after Turkey cracks his head on the concrete like that he's not entirely sure he's dead, and he allows himself a fraction of a second to admire how difficult this entire thing has been before he aims a quick, forceful blow down toward Turkey's heart. He has no intention of drawing this out any longer.]