Swoosh!
Damian vanished from where he stood.
To Hagrid, it was as though the world itself skipped a frame. One moment Damian stood several dozen meters away. The next, he was already within arm's reach.
Without hesitation, Hagrid threw a desperate punch with his remaining left arm. The fist tore through the air with enough force to shatter reinforced concrete, yet Damian merely tilted his body slightly to the side. The attack missed him by mere inches.
His expression never changed.
Almost lazily, Damian reached out and grabbed Hagrid's wrist. Before Hagrid could react, Damian planted one foot firmly against his chest and pulled.
Rip!
The entire arm tore free from Hagrid's shoulder in a gruesome spray of black blood. Flesh ripped apart, tendons snapped violently and fragments of bone spun through the air as the severed limb remained firmly in Damian's grasp.
"Aaaah!"
Hagrid's agonized scream echoed throughout the parish grounds.
