C3366 Old Hatred

Beng beng beng beng, his wrist had already been flipped over. His hand weakly hung on his elbow. After being twisted, his palm became blocked by blood vessels, very quickly forming a green-black blood clot around his wrist. With a flip of his hand, she tossed the dagger forward. A silver streak of light flew out from his throat. The man covered the hole in his throat with one hand