"What a pity... The fight is already over!".
Xander commented as he sat on a random throne that was tilted sideways in the ruble of the now destroyed cabin; books were on fire and those exposed to wind and hail just smoke frivolously as they were now nothing more than valueless scrap of burning paper.
"But you did put up a good fight thought I will give you that, don't you think Chelsie?"
Xander asked Chelsie, as he holds her horrendously decapitated head by the hair, that was slowly ripped from her neck, and was pulled off from her shoulders, along with the entirety of her bloody spine still attached to the now decapitated head.
Blood was dripping from her mouth and the sockets of her eyes, which had a large gaping horizontal wound across her face. Honestly, it was a morbid sight, although before she had her head ripped off Xander also ripped off each one of her limbs from her torso, one by one, with slow agonizing force.
