Leon's POV
Shredica lay sprawled across the stone floor, her body unnaturally still.
One glance was enough to tell that something was very wrong with her arm. It bent at an angle that no arm was ever meant to bend, twisted in a way that made even hardened fighters flinch. It wasn't just injured. It looked like the bone itself had snapped clean through.
The fight was over.
There was no doubt about that.
And I had won.
That fact settled heavily in my chest, not with triumph, but with a quiet finality. I stood there, weapon lowered, breathing steady, watching the aftermath unfold.
And then, impossibly, she moved.
Despite everything, Shredica pushed herself upright.
For a brief moment, I honestly wondered if she was too stubborn to accept reality. Or maybe she was just insane. Either way, my eyes narrowed as I focused on her movements.
Was she regenerating?
The answer came immediately.
