The Last Of Us

"Heh. What's wrong? You're making a sad face when you're winning. Are you pitying me?!"

Looking at the skies, Violet stood there with a sad expression.

Her expression kept quiet for a moment as if grieving someone.

"Oi! Face me when I'm talking to you—"

Unsheathing her blade, Violet had already taken two steps past her.

It was all too fast.

Violet was just a few meters in front of Asa earlier, but now, she was walking past her, stopping before long.

But only then she realized that something happened as Violet sheathed her blade away.

"GUAAAAAGH!"

Her right arm fell off, rolling down as a lifeless limb.

No blood came out, but only immense pain came with it as she saw the organic parts that were the inner parts of her limb.

"You won't die even if I cut your limbs. This blade severs the limb but prevents the blood from going out of the wound. It was a blade for surgical operations, yet perhaps, for Gods."

Asa rolled on the ground as she held her severed arm, crying out as it turned