Losing a sister

As the butcher's blade descended with a grim finality towards the Centaur's head, Claudia instinctively shut her eyes, bracing herself against the horror of the impending scene. The act of execution, so raw and brutal, was more than she could bear to witness. Yet, she could not escape the reality of the moment entirely, as a few errant drops of blood splashed onto her face, a grim reminder of the fate that had just befallen her fellow captive. Vader, too, was marked by the same gruesome splatter.

After a moment that seemed like an eternity, Claudia's eyes fluttered open, drawn by a morbid sense of inevitability to the scene before her. The lifeless face of the victim, now separated from its body by the butcher's merciless axe, was a sight that would haunt her. 

The butcher, embodying a callous disregard for life, callously peeled off the face of the severed head and then, with a careless kick, sent it rolling down the stairs toward the frenzied Aztec crowd below.