Tears out tongue

Lucius set his sword down on the deck and grasped the back of Krysithius’ skull, holding it still as he pistoned his other fist between his brother’s lips. Teeth snapped and wrenched free from his gums as Lucius sank his hand in to the wrist. The slippery length of muscle snapped taut as he grabbed hold of it, resisting for a moment before tearing free.

Lucius stood, looking down upon Krysithius as the anguished warrior thrashed and howled in an expanding pool of blood, spit and vomit. He opened his hand, allowing the twitching red shape he had pulled out of his brother to slide from his palm to the deck with a soft wet slap.

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Lucius: The Faultless Blade, I.X