Bang!
Azrael's foot stomped on Zell's head, and his lower body was kicked away by Azmael, landing a few feet off. The two laughed as Zell staggered to his knees and fell forwards, his left arm missing, his guts slowly pouring out; Zell lifted his head in defiance, his eyes still fierce and red, looking at the bastards.
'Damn, you... bastards... fuck you both!'
Zell had no more fight left in him.
"Are you ready to die? It looks like that dragon cannot fight much longer either... ahhh... her face is scarred now... can you still get it up with that face?" Azmael teased before he showed a sadistic smile. "I know; let's make you match each other!"
Grasping his thin blade, he shot his right arm forward, piercing the right eye of Zell with a loud popping sound.
