373 Power Difference

"Aaaarrrggghhh!"

The witch laid on the ground and clutched the stump of her broken arm, while Emery stood with the tip of his bloodied sword aimed at her.

"Aaarrrggghhhh! My arm! My armmm! How dare you! Aaaaarrggghhhh!"

The witch screamed in pain, while Emery approached her as she tried to crawl and search for her missing arm.

"My arm… My arm…"

Emery stopped right in between her and the bleeding hand and stepped on the bloody edge for good measure.

"You have lost, Maeve!"

Maeve raised her head towards Emery with an expression full of agony. "Yes… You win, you win… Please, please.. just give me my arm back."

The wicked witch, who laughed at his suffering and killed villages in the guise of plague has now turned into a different person in the face of death.