Alex's whole face hurt, and he was pretty sure his nose was broken. He turned on his side, spitting out a mouthful of blood onto the floor. Everything hurt, his whole body felt like a continuous throb. Richard could give as good as he got, he had to admit.
He raised his head a few inches off the floor, observing the destruction. "I think we killed the living room," he rasped out, voice hoarse from screaming.