"Uho, indeed mighty aren't you? I was going to stab this through your heart." Gilgamesh said as he turned to Radomir, whose hand dropped to the floor. He gently put his lance over his shoulder and looked at Radomir with his fiery scarlet eyes embedded within his lion helmet.
"Hmm, so you are one of them," Radomir said, not being flustered a bit by his fallen hand.
"One of what?" Gilgamesh responded with a rude tone.
"The very fact that a vassal weapon like you can enter Usensium is proof, a variant. We only heard stories of your type from other continents but to think I'd be able to fight a variant, how delightful." He walked forward as he spoke and picked his hand, as the decapitated hand neared his arm, the flesh and blood of but cutting point stretched out and embraced each other, the hand that just got cut off was joined in the blink of an eye."
