Macie screamed out, not in pain, but in rage. Yet, that didn't stop her from sweeping her blade at Theron's waist like she was clearing tall grass.
Theron's foot tapped at the ground and he leapt right over it, unleashing a kick at her head so solid that half her face deformed.
Bone fragments stuck out from her brain, a blender of mush quickly forming in what was once her intact skull.
Theron landed on the ground and his dagger jutted out to the side in a reverse grip. He blocked the scythe's attempt to swing back, sparks flying and lightning crackling on contact as blade met polearm.
Without the slightest bit of hesitation, his short sword followed up, swinging at Macie's head.
Macie's shrieks of fury filled the skies and her head burst with blooming flowers of darkness.
The smell of death and blood filled the air as tentacles and vines exploded out from the depths of her body.
