I swiped my blade upward as she passed me. She took one step, then another, before stopping. I turned and flicked the blood from my blade as her arm fell to the floor with a thud. She hissed and grabbed where it had once been. “That was a hundred-dollar jacket, you asshole!” she spat, looking at her ruined clothes, unconcerned with the missing limb. “Excuse me?”
He cut her arm off?!
