Presence Of Mind

"Heart touching."

Alarms went off in Xeola's mind.

She would've retreated if it's anyone else but this bastard was attacking her like a hound, even going as far as to injure himself to keep her engaged.

So, she did something else. She crushed his heart and punched up.

The fist blasted through his bones, rising right out of his shoulder.

The sight was incredibly gory as blood spurted out like water out of a pipe and chunks of flesh rained. The sweet smell of the flowers was tainted by the heavy iron of blood.

"Come on, keep attacking!" Xeola gripped his bloodied shoulder with her arm running through his chest and yanked down hard. "You weak loser!"

Like a paper cutout being torn, Varian's arm, right from the shoulder socket was torn off.

The princess' beautiful dress was now drenched in blood. Her pretty face, completely red, looked like a piece of eerie art.