Quinlan remained facing the registration counter in the Adventurer's Guild as the drunk behind him reached for Serika's hip.
"[Wind Blade]."
His magic compressed the air above the outstretched arm into a thin cutting edge. He drove it down through the padded sleeve, flesh, and bone just above the elbow.
*Shhk!*
The man's arm struck the floor with a wet slap, its open hand bouncing against Serika's boot. Blood spurted from the severed upper arm and splashed across the mugs on his table.
He stared at the stump, his mouth working soundlessly until another pulse of blood struck his friend's face.
"MY ARM! AAAAH!"
Quinlan dipped his pen in the ink.
The drunk began to rise from his chair. Blossom flashed across from the counter and appeared behind the man. She caught his hair, wrenching his head back while her claw gauntlet aimed its sharp edges against his exposed throat.
