Racis won.
Yes. He cut down Malthus' hand.
But his bad luck followed him like a revengeful snake of a bollywood movie to this world Moral as well.
Because he wasn't the only winner.
Malthus had won too.
He managed to made Racis unconscious just before he lost his hand.
THUD!
With a dull thud, Racis fell on the ground with Malthus' severed right hand still on his neck.
Malthus wasted no time and regenerated a brand new arm right away and also, he knew Racis would wake up any moment now because he wasn't a normal human. He was a God Of War.
So, after healing his hand, he sat on his knee and held both hands of Racis like a prince charming of the rabies dogs' community.
He held both of Racis' wrists and in the ghastly silence of the battlefield and the common people of Moral, Malthus did it.
PLUCK!
In one simple brute motion, he ripped both hands of Racis from his shoulders.
GASPED!
The people gasped.
"Yeahhh!"
Malthus' soldiers rejoiced.
