Half of Armando's head was blow off. However, the grip he had around Dunamis' hand never lessened even slightly. In fact, it only got tighter.
Dunamis tried to remove his hand once more, but it wouldn't budge.
Armando then struggled to say, "You-are-no-king."
Dunamis then swiftly swung his arm upward, slicing Armando in half. The swing ripped Armando's arms off their sockets as they continued to grab tightly on Dunamis' hand.
Dunamis used a power to burn off the hands clutching on his arm. Arcs of purple lightning sparked all over Armando's tattered body. With a heavy thump, his body dropped to the floor. It then began to slowly break down into black and purple dust that blew away in the wind.
"(Tsk), they managed to escape, but he won't last long. It's only a matter of time until the reaper of prophecy dies." Dunamis said, then flew off.
