CLASP!
BOOOM!
A muffled explosion rang out as a pitch-black hand clasped around a crimson claw, space quivering repeatedly at the point of contact.
"I Don't Need Your Pity!"
The growl slammed into White's face, who had a singular vein running across his forehead down to the bridge of his nose.
A vein of burning anger, yet his words came out calm and composed.
"That's a pity, really, because the last time I remember, you were the one who took that from me..."
VROOOOOOOOOOOM!
KAAAAABOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The air compressed insanely as two pitch-black arms clenched into fists and punched from the side, connecting straight to the Umbrawyric Queen's ribs and blowing her away.
Yet at the last second...
SHRIIIRRRRRRNG!
The sound of something being cut rang out as the throne room wall collapsed.
White turned to look at his arm, and there he noticed that two of his arms, the ones he had used to punch, currently had a total of three incredibly sharp gashes torn into them.
