Snippet #953445

Kar's smile did not vanish when his first attacks was block, and it was unmoving when he knocked the knight's helmet off. Even when his arm was severed his smile did not faulter; that smile was seemingly engraved on his face. Not even the look of pain contaminated it; then again that might be because Kar couldn't feel pain. Not physical pain nor mental; though he could tell that his arm had been severed because of the sudden loss of mobility. "Hmmm. Impressive, still I have got one arm left and a whole life ahead of me." he said also as indiferent as Chris was.

Kar then unleashed a series of blinding fast attacks. Though he only had one arm the time inbetween each sequence was at the same speed as the last two attacks, and he had two arms then. He also mixed in some mixed marshal arts, in otherwords kicks since he was missing an arm.


Callus had died once before; so this whole experience was nothing new to him. He already knew what it felt like to die and have your body obliterated. He knew what it felt like to feel you soul leave you body, and hell was nothing knew to him. Of course his life had not been taken by a male figure, rather the person who took it was the Widow herself. Still though he couldn't help his laughter upon hearing Nova mention sending him to hell, "Been there, it isn't as bad as people make it out to be."

Those were the final words that came out of Callus' mouth before his life was ended for the second time. Nova's blade punctured Callus' skull and thus the man once again ceased to exist. The demon could once more feel the life leave his body and feel his soul get dragged down deeper and deeper still. All the while it got hotter and hotter. Finally a familiar light could be seen at the end of this tunnel; a light so many times mistaken for something it wasn't. "Ah hell. I greet you once again." From here the soul of Callus was trapped in eternal damnation and his limp body lay before Nova, a blade submerged in his lifeless head.