Macie's body writhed and squirmed, trying to rapidly piece itself back together, only to experience the worst sort of pain in retaliation.
Theron's strikes only became more cold, more lethal, each one so precise and violent in its surge that there was no recovering from it at all.
And every strike he did land, the universe seemed to respond, a halo of light growing brighter and brighter around him almost like the event horizon of a sinking black hole.
Then his short sword suddenly thrust forward, tearing into Macie's mouth lengthwise and out the back of her spine.
Even now, she reacted fiercely, her body writhing as her jaw unhinged. Strings of blood and flesh barely left them connected as though she had become some sort of howling banshee.
She lunged at Theron as though in an attempt to swallow his sword and him all in one go.
But Theron's wrist only twisted once, severing her spine and shredding out the back with a pulse of Tribulation Lightning.
