"Aaaah..." The man in the simple white garment cried out as he stepped out of a white lined, upright, rectangle.
Back in the storage room, Obedi huffed in pain, looking down in his now empty left wrist. Panic filled his heart as well as disgust for those Guard Irunmoles. They claimed to be more righteous, yet, gladly their very Captain had so easily chopped his hand off.
What happened to simply getting him away from the button or destroying the button alone? After all, that would have shut it down completely.
No, his hand getting chopped seemed more interesting to the idiot. Didn't he know that as long as the chopped hand still remained on that button, more mercenaries would drop I'm on them?