Brutality and Blood filled the air.
Raziah kept unloading punches and kicks all over his body. She had him sitting with his head swaying like they were about to hit the ground.
His limbs felt numb, and every part of him was covered in blood. She'd gotten him exactly where she wanted, and now there was no end to what she was going to do to him.
She Froze an arm and ripped the whole thing out without a care before tossing it away. The magma flowing out of his body had stopped, and it seemed her cold was stronger now, and he was shivering under her presence.
The arm landed far away, Rolling on the icy floor that was once an ocean of Magma. Aragon didn't even groan, nor cry in pain at his arm that had been disembodied.
"How does that feel?!" She yelled at his face, "How does it feel? Is it a bitter pain or an unbearable pain? That was how my mother felt when you dragged her around and ripped her limb off."
