No, that's not an eye pupil; compared to an eye pupil, Left Garrison feels it's more like a... door.
A door leading to the unknown, straight to the bottom of the Abyss.
Roger is merely a medium; something is hiding in that deep darkness, peering through Roger's eyes at him.
Left Garrison grins ferociously, staring into the depth of those eyes, then responds.
"An Anonymous pawn."
Taking a step forward, crossing a vast distance in an instant, the aging body seems to regain youth, and the twin blades transform into a deceitful light ribbon at extreme speed.
In an instant, both blades arrive.
Cleave through flesh, split the collarbone, sink into the flesh, then the twin blades suddenly unfurl, brutally tearing Roger's arms apart.
Blood splatters everywhere, burning holes in the clothes upon contact, and causing a scorching pain upon hitting the skin.
As if the blood flowing from Roger is liquid flame.
Left Garrison cleaves through the flame.
The blade is fast.
