"Hand of war."
Samuel had just unleashed his ability, engaging and fighting the monstrous crimson-red desert serpent. He moved into a defensive stance, his eyes fixed on the creature's massive body.
With a surge of strength, he reached out, his hand closing around the serpent's thick, scaled tail...
The creature thrashed around violently, its powerful body coiling and striking at the air around it, but Samuel held onto it firmly. He increased the force he applied, muscles straining, and began to pull. The serpent's skin stretched, then tore with a grotesque ripping sound effect... Veins, thick and pulsing, popped out across its body... Its internal organs, part of its digestive system, began to spill from the gaping wound. Purple Blood, dark and abundant, splashed across the red sand, staining the landscape a deeper, more horrific shades...
