The place was in disarray. Not the way it normally was either. No, Moreau and his vivisected creatures had quite literally blown a hole in the wall.

After the Society's very own Edward Hyde had given a surprisingly rousing speech (all while brandishing a bright purple umbrella like it was a spear) and Dr. Frankenstein's comatosed body had been handed over to Ms. Lavender so that she could actually be dealt with, several lodgers charged forward towards the vivisectionist and his beasts, wielding their own equipment in ways it was probably not intended to be used.