"You think I won't?" 'She had no patience to waste on him here.'
Before the horrified eyes of the crowd, a flash of silver shot toward the retreating Shane Winters, moving faster than lightning and leaving everyone stunned.
It was as if cutting through steel like mud. The silver light flashed past Shane Winters's right hand. His severed fingers dropped to the floor, and the silver blur flew back into Seraphina Ashworth's hand at an even more incredible speed.
"AHHH—" A scream, even more bloodcurdling than before, echoed through the silent dining hall. Shane Winters, who had been standing moments ago, was now kneeling pathetically on the floor. Blood gushed from his right hand as he howled, his face a mask of agony. He roared like a caged beast, the five fingers lying on the ground a stark reminder that they had all been severed from his hand.
