[Location: ???]
It wasn't every day you saw some delicate-looking kid casually rip the arm off a grown man in full armor.
She had seen some strange things before—things people wouldn't believe even if you swore on your life. Still, this one was new.
"...Passed out already?" Mikoto muttered, glancing down at the unconscious man slumped over in a small pool of his own blood. The severed arm lay a few feet away, fingers twitching slightly, either from nerves or something else.
Mikoto pressed the tip of his sabaton lightly against the man's face and gave a small nudge, just enough to confirm what he already knew. No response. The guy had either blacked out from the shock or the pain.
He picked at his ear with his pinky, completely unimpressed. "That's no fun," he sighed, casting a glance at the girl still standing with her rapier out, box clutched tight against her chest.
"You want to end up like him?"
