"[Severance of Flesh]."
The captive's lower hands clawed at his grip. Beneath Brannoc's fingers, white fissures spread up the trapped arms, tracing crooked paths toward the shoulders.
"You bastards are so eager to die a dog's death, so the least you can do is become my fuel!"
He pulled his lower hands apart.
"ARGHHHH! MERCY-"
Skin split along the glowing lines. Bone cracked beneath it, and the arms tore free in a spray of blood that drenched Brannoc from beard to belt. The Fomorian fell to his knees, his remaining hands scrabbling at the ruined sockets while a shrill, breathless scream escaped him.
"Now then, join me."
"NO!"
Brannoc brought the axe down through his head.
Its blade cleaved skull and spine before burying itself in the steps between his knees. The split body sagged around it, spilling organs over the severed arms Brannoc dropped beside him.
"I'll cherish your existence better than you ever did."
