"Two against one? Two against one?" Nistar's eyes began to tremble with excitement as she turned her head back, seeing her own arm on Amelin's blade. "Ahh... This could be the pinnacle of torturous pleasure."
"We'll see if you keep saying that," Edward said as the palm of his right hand began to glow in a red hue, emanating a black aura.
"What are you going to do? What kind of attack is this?" Nistar spoke, starting to hear faint screams of suffering in her ears. "Ahhhh, what is this? It feels so good."
Meanwhile, Amelin and Litty had an apathetic expression, blinking as they watched the scene in front of them.
"So, this was the magic you mentioned?" Amelin said, sounding somewhat disappointed. "You're basically throwing a bone to a dog."
"I have to agree with her... What the hell were you thinking?" Litty added, nodding in agreement.
