The men were stunned into silence as the severed arm hit the ground with a dull, heavy sound.
Their eyes widened, and not one of them dared to take a breath too loudly. The blood spraying across the forest floor looked almost unreal to them, because none of them expected a pregnant female to slice off a three-striped beastman's entire arm with just one swing of that strange pink object she held so casually.
Even the villagers who came out for hunting froze where they stood. Their mouths hung open, and their hands trembled around their weapons.
They all knew Isabella was a bit scary and not to be messed with, but they had never seen her like this before.
Immediately they took a mental note to really never mess with Isabella again.
She had cut off that arm like she was brushing off dust.
They all turned to Kian as if expecting him to attack her by instinct, simply because a man's body part lay on the floor. But Kian didn't even blink.
