“Ow’ww, already!” mewled the bloodied extra, his neck beneath Warrior-16’s boot.
“Can’t let you up. Not yet. Spot’s on this end of the battle-field. Sorr’ry.” Warrior-16 swung the astoundingly realistic broadsword left, parried away with a KLANG the gory business-end of Bit-Part-Enemy-58’s halberd.
“Only. Can’t. Breathe.”
Warrior-16 flourished the flashing sword left, right, left. He hoped the Director just might like that enough to leave it in. “Shush. I’m in a...a moment. Just as soon as De Mille up there calls CUT.”