The man's face was slowly turning from skin and bone to chopped hamburger meat and Madalena was screaming Jameson's name, though she didn't know where or how to interrupt the fight without getting herself killed.
Sypher smiled, letting Madalena see what her dear husband could do before he snapped his finger and lifted the haze of bravery and bloodlust.
"That will be enough, gentlemen," he said and two men that seemed to appear out of nowhere moved in to pick up the body of Evan from the floor. He hung limp between them as they carried him out, and Sypher looked at Madalena before glancing at Jameson.
"Mr. Winters is on his way. I'll put in a word for you, son. Though the carnage," he tsked like it was too bad, and stepped out.
Madalena stood in the middle of the room, gaping at Jameson.