Bones grew out of my amputated arm as flesh started covering up the open bones,

I raise my head back up to face the perpetrator who had not only succeeded in giving me a flesh wound without my know how and is also now asking me an absurd question,

A really tough question he is asking,

On the outside it seems more like a ridicule but on the inside it is the truth,

How and when he was able to rip my left arm off escapes me now imagining have to fight him while he is moving is nothing short of a losing battle for me,

No matter how desperate I am for a fierce opponent does not mean I should forget the position I am in.

I am really fascinated at how he got this sudden boost in power,

Moments ago his heart was on my hand with his body lifeless and now he has become a completely different person,

Does dying allows one to overcome the limitations of the body if so then I want to experience it,

Ahhh,

that's yet another thing I am once again curious about.

The only reason why I am not panicki