Vilor huffs in pain, as the spikes continue to form within his arm. His eyes flare with anger as he grits his teeth.
"You demigods are an affront to the world. But do not worry, you will soon join the true rulers of reality." The spike-armored man says.
"S-shut the hell up…" Vilor says, as he bites hard, he begins to pull his arms apart from the spike, screeching in pain as it tears away at his muscles and bones, after what feels like an eternity, but is only a couple of seconds, he manages to tear it out of his right arm.
His left arm slumps over, destroyed by the punch from before. The spikes continue to grow in his left arm, and outside of his body as well, absorbing the blood dripping on them until there is nothing left to absorb, and it ceases its expanse outside of him.
Vilor then grips his hands around it and with a quick tug, it is torn from his left arm as well. A large pool of blood pours out of his arm all over the ground, as he pants heavily.
