Thin, vivid lines stretched across Roland's face as he slowly stepped back.
Controlled by the agony that washed over his entire body while his chest rose and fell like turbid currents.
The rush of adrenaline and panic that quickly stifled within his system until nothing was left wavered like a flame trying to quench.
Yet, it flickered ever so slightly.
He was losing composure. And he was losing it fast.
"Ha, Ha…" Jane's voice came in a slow rhythm over the sound of Roland's stifled groans.
The latter whipped his head towards him. Teeth bared, eyes narrowed to a slit in a murderous glare.
He would laser through Jane if he had the chance, but he didn't possess such abilities.
"Who would have thought you weren't pain resistant." He said, mockingly. His lips curled into a devious grin while he chuckled slightly.
Standing to his feet, he threw Roland's amputated hand into the air.
Watching it swing like a dead branch onto the ground next to Roland's feet.
