"Atomic Slasher x3!" the curse master roared, shaking off the primal fear that had crept up on him after hearing Sonia's chilling howl. His cursed knife moved with incredible speed and precision, slicing Sonia's body into minced meat, then dicing the minced meat into even finer pieces, and finally reducing those pieces into near-powder. Still, there was no blood.
He had used his most powerful technique three times in rapid succession. By the time he stopped, he was doubled over, gasping for air, sweat dripping from his forehead, and a thin trail of blood running from his nose. Yet, his eyes stayed locked on the scattered remains on the ground.
