Boyce fell to his knees and wailed, mourning his fallen friend and teacher, while he still held onto his cross bow.
His cries rose above the thunderous clamour of combat that was drawing nearer to the city.
The young sovereign finally rose to his feet again and looked at Halls with an ultimate contempt that he summoned from his soul.
His eyes had tears in them, and they were red and painful looking. He spat on the ground and took his sabre from its casement and lifted it to the air.
Boyce took a few steps passed the head of his dead friend, and in a voice that carried through the entire city, he yelled at those in Halls.
"Dirt of the world! — Fornicators of men and animals! — Oppressive son-of-whores and satyrs! — Welcomers of saturnine thought! — You foul children of Satan!" Boyce cussed at them. "Maybe you all die in the most prolonged and torturous pain!"
The fighting stopped as the battalions came upon the centre of the city and heard Boyce's booming anger shake all that was around.
Zoro quietly left Boyce's shoulder and then disappeared, unnoticed.
"Prepare yourself for damnation, Manguino. You will die, Orren!"
Boyce's hollering sounded like a promise, more than it did threatening, and he slid his sabre back into its scabbard.