"Die, you bit-" an arm-bearer of Prime Undeviginti was cut off as he was elbowed in the jaw, spinning the dazed man around before two pale red sickles wrapped around his neck, a single kick was sent against the man's back and just like that, a head came rolling to the ground as the rest of the corpse fell to the ground like a sack of bricks.
Blood barely had time to flow before the crushing heat caused the wound to dry up and solidify.
Benerib tilted her head to the side, looking down upon the man whose life she had just ended in an unnecessarily gruesome manner, there was no remorse to be found beneath the steel mask, only stuffy, warm breath and a frighteningly pale visage were to be discovered.
Holding her two sickles formed out of sanguine vapour, the headless body at her feet had thought that now that her patron sun was gone, that she would be an opponent he could take on, unfortunately, this belief had been completely wrong.
