Alexander stopped biting Michelle and turned his gaze to his hand around Michelle's wrist. As if her wrist had turned into a hedgehog, ice spikes erupted from there, stabbing through his palm and fingers. "That's a bit harsh, isn't it?" he tilted his head a bit. The pain didn't seem to affect him the least bit.
Michelle stared at Alexander as she rubbed her neck with her free hand. "You were asking for it," she spoke calmly as she retracted the ice coming out of her wrist.
Alexander flexed his fingers, glancing at the holes in his palm. "What if I end up unable to use my hand?" he asked, a smirk tugging on his lips.
Michelle's eyes went a bit colder. She knew that wouldn't happen. But if she told Alexander something along the lines of taking responsibility if he couldn't use his hand properly, he would just as well be capable of crippling his own hand.
