Aaaninja's mind flickered in surprise and confusion as pain exploded violently within his mind, his arm soaring helplessly through the air before striking the ground with a heavy, lifeless thud. He couldn't understand how Lucian had done it; he had attacked first, yet he had been the one injured instead, a contradiction so absurd and illogical that it bordered on impossible.
But it didn't matter, he couldn't afford even the smallest distraction during this battle. With that thought, his regeneration ability kicked in instantly, muscles, flesh, skin, bones, and veins snaking together and weaving themselves back into place as a new arm immediately appeared where the old one had been severed, replacing it seamlessly as though nothing had ever happened, as though the damage had been nothing more than a fleeting illusion.
