Cleanup

"Laryal? Moeal? What the…'' the last goon standing said.  Blood had splashed onto his face from his friend in the middle of their triangle.

The goon raised his hands towards Shinra, a vibrant purple pulsing along his fingertips. "Die you motherless dog," he yelled.

A pulsing disc of black and purple spread between the man's hands. It grew to the size of a pumpkin, and looked deadly.

"Arrggh!" The man screamed, and motioned to shove the disc at Shinra.

Then his left hand was lopped off midway up the forearm.  Instead of falling to the ground, it remained attached to the black and purple disc, distorting the shape of the disc to look more like a squash. The hand flopped at the end, dribbling blood. All three men stared at it.

The goon drew in a big breath, probably to scream Shinra thought, but the swinging hand unbalanced the squash shaped dark magic and caused it to touch the man's intact forearm.

"Shluuurp.". It was a horre

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