SPURT—!
Blood sprayed wildly as a severed arm flew through the air, tracing a parabola.
And yet—[Righteous Light] glanced at the flying arm and immediately flew into a rage:
"Hey! Don't throw that arm away! It's still got the bracelet I looted off your junior brother's corpse! Do you have no respect for my private property? And is that any way to treat my arm?! If it were up to me, you'd be locked up for life!"
He craned his neck. Even though both of his arms were gone, his imposing aura didn't falter in the slightest. "I'm telling you, you've successfully managed to piss me off! Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, do not bully the young... Hey! It took me so much damn effort to pull that thing off, and you let it fall in the mud before I even got to use it! Fuck your mom! Pay up!!!"
Bone-Fiend: "..."
