R3 Staircase two hales

Saxton picked the last of the teeth out of his mustache. The whole office was a mess of pulp and jagged bones like punji sticks. It was truly awe-inspiring to witness, but it didn't make him feel strong. Fighting weaklings was a hollow act; it brought him no joy.

This was Kazoo's next line of defense? Give a man(n) a break, you'd have to scrounge up a million of these guys to beat Hale, and even then it'd only work if they literally piled them up on top of him and crushed him to death. It was so lousy that he couldn't work up the moxie to jump through the ceiling again. When he left the grave-silent office, he wasn't even willing to take the steps two at a time. Just one step. And another. Red footprints up the stairwell.

It was a rectangular structure, a long way down and an even longer way up. The stairs, wide enough that two Saxtons could walk up shoulder to shoulder if they didn't push (which they would), conformed to the walls and only curved at right angles at the corners, leaving the outward-facing railings overlooking the deep hole in the middle.