Talon cut one of the muscles holding his eye in place.
Blood immediately began spilling out of his socket while his eye loosened ever so slightly.
Now... it was time for the rest of the muscles.
Oddryl could hardly say anything as he watched this.
"...You are mad."
That was the only thing he said before falling silent. Oddryl focused on increasing the pressure as much as possible, because he came to the realization that Talon was unaffected by the words he said.
As for Talon, he continued on, resisting the pressure put on him.
Once again, the blades of his scissors went into his socket, cutting up some of his flesh in the process.
Talon sucked in a deep breath. His knuckles whitened from how hard he was clenching the handle. Then, he cut.
A fairly loud snip rang out, along with Talon's muffled groans of pain.
