The blade of wind severed her midsection cleanly since I managed to hit her right where the first wound had been. Blood sprayed as her lower body was cut away, leaving her torso in its lonesome with her arms flailing in the air helplessly. A blood-curdling scream ripped from her throat as she fell. Her body tumbled toward the ground in a grotesque spiral of agony and terror. Whether she died mid-fall or when she hit the ground below, it didn't matter. There was no getting up from that.
Unless the Goddess decided otherwise.
[You've slain Anastasia Ashline (Level 17). You've gained 1561 XP.]
