The woman screamed in agony as Eliora tore her arms apart. The sight of her body splitting down the middle was gruesome and horrifying. Chaos ensued as people panicked and shouted even louder than before. As I watched the gruesome scene take place in front of me, my emotions were out of control. My rage and hatred for Eliora grew more intense by the minute. I clenched my fists and ground my teeth together, desperate to take action against her. The desire to kill her burnt within me.
I charged towards Eliora with every ounce of strength I had left. My adrenaline shot up, and for a moment, I forgot the pain of the stab wound I had received. I just wanted to do something—anything—to stop her from killing innocent people. I swung my right arm forward, aiming to punch her square in the face, but I was met with a swift block and counterattack that sent me flying. The force of the backhand was so strong that I rolled several meters on the ground before coming to a stop.