Finger
Raynred's shrill cries bore into the soul of all those who heard them.
He wanted to claw at his throat, anything to get that foul blood out of his body, but without his arms, he had no ability to do so.
He wiggled against the earth, trying to use the dirt, gravel and concrete in place of his hands.
Blue veins surged through his body, crawling up his neck like grotesque worms wiggling beneath his skin.
BANG! BANG!
He bashed his head against the ground, his own face deforming even more even beneath the strain.
Aina picked her ax up from the ground, using the buildings as leverage to leap back up to Leonel who was still in the sky.
They both gazed down toward Raynred, but neither spoke a single word.
Leonel's teeth clenched hard. Even after Raynred accidentally pierced through his own throat with a sharp bit of rusted steel, he still didn't feel like it was enough.