Blood is all over your clothes and face, but you don't care. With a bat you were grinding someone's brains, which had long since turned into a gray mass. You and the Ghost were surrounded, so you had to cope at random. On the second or third blow, your victim was already silent, but you continued to beat. Ghost, who has been watching you, is only frowning in surprise under the mask. "Work a little... cleaner.." he muttered.