Severs hand, breaks arm

Larten caught Wester’s outstretched arm and twisted it up behind his
back, snapping the bones in several places. Wester screamed and spun
away, his arm hanging uselessly by his side, face pale with pain and shock.
Larten darted at the injured guard. Wester tried to drive him back with
his good hand, but Larten caught his fist midair, then chopped at his wrist.
He had only meant to shatter the bones, but he struck harder than intended
and his nails tore through Wester’s flesh and severed the guard’s hand.

They were close to the edge of the building. Wester watched as if in a
dream as his hand bounced off the roof and fell into the abyss beyond, the
fingers still twitching as they dropped upon the unsuspecting city below.

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The Saga of Larten Crepsley: Brothers to the Death, Chapter 19