"No!" one of the apostles shouted after he saw his brother in arm lying on the ground, trying to get up, barely dodging the giant beam of doom. "You lost an arm, Talikha. By the mercy of the God Emperor alone, you're lucky you didn't lose your life!"
Talikha gestured over a small piece of his arm and armor that wasn't obliterated by the rabbit's stratosphere-length energy sword, barely giving an acknowledgement on his removed chunk of flesh, dripping trails of golden blood. "I haven't lost an arm, brother. It's right over there!"
"Your whole upper arm and right shoulder are gone!"
"No they are not, they just turn into air!"
Both of them had a staring session for a whole five seconds, until the other worried apostle realized that it was no use to remind his brother's wound. Meanwhile, Talikha himself turned around and walked a few steps forward toward the floating divine rabbit-eared emisionary.
