"Where did I put those little fuckers?" Sypher said, sending himself out in a thousand different directions at once. These boys would be perfect for what he needed. Why were they so goddamn hard to find?
Throwing away any sort of formality, one single bony hand lifted and two fingers came together in a sharp snap. Then, there was a rolling, drunken mess on the floor.
"Christ, now I remember why I sent them away," Sypher said with a slight sneer as he watched the two roll around.