Misha watched Luthra's hands twist Silas's head clean off his shoulders. The sound was wet and final. Blood sprayed across the courtyard stones, and Silas's body dropped like a puppet with its strings cut.
The head rolled twice before stopping face-up, eyes still wide with surprise.
'He just killed a B-rank hunter with his bare hands. While injured. After fighting for ten minutes straight.'
Her legs wouldn't move. None of the guards moved. The entire courtyard had gone silent except for the drip of blood hitting stone.
Luthra stood there holding his broken ribs with one hand, his other hand mangled and dripping red. He looked around at the frozen crowd of guards and hunters. His face showed nothing.
"Anyone else want to try something?"
Nobody answered.
Borris took half a step forward, his hand going to his mace. Jako's fingers twitched toward his daggers. Even some of the regular guards started reaching for weapons.
"Stop."
