Malrath slowly looked down at his left side only to see nothing. His entire arm was gone.
Meanwhile, Reid glanced just at the severed arm in his hand, a flicker of disappointment crossing his face.
"I was aiming for the head," he muttered "but I guess this is fine too."
"How?" Malrath muttered in disbelief, "how are you still alive?"
"That's because you never hit me," Reid simply said, with a neutral neutral expression, one which Malrath took as a sign of being mocked.
"DON'T YOU DARE MOCK ME, MORTAL," Malrath lost its cool.
"But I truly am not," Reid answered in confusion, "how about this, use that orb attack again and I'll demonstrate clearly what happened."
Those were apparently the wrong choice of words as it only worked to anger Malrath even more.
Malrath let out a distorted, guttural roar as its rage reached a boiling point.
"Fine then, if you crave death so much, I'll let you have it" it thundered, its remaining arm jerking outward.
