The talons on Lith's feet pierced through the rock, anchoring him to the ground. Then, Lith focused the gravity sheath on himself as he yanked the tail down with all of the strength that he could muster.
Iskha suddenly felt much lighter and soared in the sky, yet he screamed in horror the moment he understood that the reason why he couldn't find his balance was that he had been mutilated.
Darkness fusion allowed him to not feel pain, but the blood gushing from the severed limb and the damage on his spine were still there. The former made him weaker by the second while the latter had turned his hind legs into dead weight.
All the while War stung at him non-stop, keeping him from using Invigoration.
'Fuck my pride, I must escape before-' War suddenly ceasing its attack turned Iskha's fear into joy, but seeing it dart back into Lith's hands made his joy turn into horror.
