Stanley quickly fell away, he brought his cut-off arm near his face. He was on his one knee with his hand on the ground.
"I see. What you were doing." Stanley muttered when he figured out Devon's strategy.
"No. You did not," Brandon replied with a smile as he threw Stanley's wrist long away from them, high in the sky.
Ryan was as confused as a kid on tests is. He did not know exactly what was going on there. He heard those few lines from Brandon and Stanley; he heard a few crashing and smashing sounds.
The cut-off wrist started to grow back. As Stanley held his arm near his face, the cut-off portion of his hand was regenerating at an unbelievable speed.
And within a few seconds, his wrist was back. Clean, perfect, strong as new. As if, it was never cut, to begin with. It was night time so their vampires' abilities were at their peak state.
