There was nothing left of Shade's left arm.
A mass of blackened energy gathered around the empty shoulder, desperately attempting to reconstruct the missing limb. The shadows formed an elbow, then the beginnings of a hand, but before they could finish, the gravitational pressure surrounding Gluttony pulled them apart. The unfinished arm stretched into strands of darkness and disappeared into the Sin.
Shade stared at the wound, his breathing uneven. His shoulder was dislocated, several ribs were fractured, and every movement sent pain through his spine. Even with his triple-evolved EX-rank strength, keeping his remaining body together had become a struggle.
Then his lips twitched.
A low chuckle escaped his mouth, growing louder until he was laughing through the blood running down his chin.
"You took my fucking arm," he murmured, tilting his head. "Oh, you beautiful bastard."
