Pain. Searing, horrific, unrelenting pain. That's all Dahlia could comprehend as the almost mantis-like arms tore into her flesh. Despite their shape and the suggestion of stone blades, they were anything but sharp, instead being rough like freshly shattered stone. What ripped into her legs wasn't the clean cut of a blade, but rather a tearing of flesh that came from a rusted weapon's edge with the force of a tectonic plate behind it.