She abandoned the fantasy of a single fatal blow and chose the most reliable route of weakening, cutting off nerves and blood supply.
The dagger was already nearing the fabric.
Just as Sanders was certain that in the next instant he would pierce the heart.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!" A series of bone-crunching sounds that set one's teeth on edge echoed.
Balk's lower body remained motionless, while his upper body rotated 180 degrees backwards in a manner completely contrary to human spinal structure.
That face with a stiff smile instantly appeared in front of Sanders.
That hand, still stained with Morrow's red and white brain matter, stretched out as if foreseeing.
Precisely grabbed Sanders' face.
The speed was so fast that the word "rapid" itself couldn't describe it.
Sanders only had time to gaze into a pair of hollow, dead eyes.
"Too slow." The voice was flat, as if evaluating a crawling snail.
The next instant "boom!"
