'Whatever Nalrond does to me, I deserve it. This pain is the consequence of my actions and I'm owning it for once.' Acala thought.
"You destroyed my village!" Nalrond yelled as a left-handed slash cleaved Acala's arm at shoulder level and the limb into four smaller pieces.
No blood spurted from the wounds. The heat cauterized them instantly, searing the flesh and releasing a barbeque smell.
"You killed my people!" A right-handed strike tore apart the remaining arm as well.
"You killed my family! My wife!" Nalrond crossed his claws into an X-shaped cut that severed Acala's legs, leaving him a helpless stump.
"How dare you stand here like nothing happened?" The Rezar lifted Acala from the collar of his shirt, his eyes burning with mana while his claws sizzled on contact with the flesh. "How dare you live in comfort, well-fed and dressed while I couldn't even collect the ashes of my people?
