Running towards the hallway, they look around in sudden movement.
Tristan slips his palm over his forehead. Moments ago, they were there, right there. And now they are just gone.
He looks around in a panic, looking for a trace but non was there.
"LOOK FOR THEM!" He yelled to the leftover men, as they ran into the nearby rooms and hallways, no vestige.
He himself searched as much as he could. Trepidation was filling his insides.
In that horrific anxiety, the best he could do was pick up a chair, and hurl it to the wall, and he did. The chair broke into pieces, the cracking sound filling the room along with the sound of his yelling.
Yelling loudly in frustration. He is tired of it now.
Fuck him, he can't even protect his wife.
Running out, to the main area, the fight had stop
