The Demon flying somewhat above the ground caught and lifted the player above the ground.
The player was not yet dead... but not too far away actually. Still his feet dangled uncontrollably above the ground.
The Demon tilted its head, studying the trembling pupil as if it were peering through a keyhole into a private room.
It smiled and then pulled out the finger, leaving a bloodied gape where an eye should have been, the man's body spasmed as he screamed in panic... but didn't make the demon flinch in the slightest.
On the contrary the demon bit at his finger and then dropped five drops of blood into the wound of the player. Following that he threw the man back on the ground.
"That should be enough!" he quoted as he looked at the convulsing player in front of him.
The man hit the rubble and rolled, clutching his face, screaming and convulsing in spasms that turned his spine into a bow. He scraped at his ruined socket like he could claw the pain out.
