Then he lowered his arms and saw two stumps that ended where his hands used to begin, with blood beginning to gush from the open wounds.
"What the fuck...?" he said as he turned to look behind him.
Upon turning, he saw a red-haired woman in a black dress standing behind him, less than a meter away, with both daggers in her hands dripping fresh blood and her eyes fixed on him with no expression.
"Who the fuck are you?" said the man, looking at her with eyes bloodshot with rage.
Yuki didn't respond.
There was no need to.
Because in the next instant her daggers moved again, making two quick and clean cuts on each of his legs, just below the knees.
The man only felt how suddenly the ground was rushing toward his face at full speed. He collapsed face-first onto the dirt with a dull thud.
"AAAGH!" screamed the man, his face buried in the dirt.
He no longer had hands or legs; now he was just a torso with four stumps that bled onto the ground.
