“You just couldn’t leave it alone, could you?” Kitana said, and she punched through Valkyrie’s chest, grabbed her heart and squeezed—
—and Darquesse felt her heart burst, and it was like a million suns exploding inside her, a cascade of sensation that burned through her mind and lit up her thoughts. She felt, even in that instant, how her body was preparing to shut down, how it was all going to judder to a stop in the next few moments.
The next few moments were, of course, an eternity for someone like Darquesse. If Kitana had really wanted to kill her, she should have destroyed the brain. Without the ability to think, there’d be no way that Darquesse would be able to ignore the trauma and heal herself over while Kitana’s hand was still inside her.
Kitana’s big blue eyes widened, and she tried tugging her hand free. Darquesse gave her a smile, allowing herself to be dragged forward a few steps. It looked like Kitana’s wrist had fused to Darquesse’s chest. All very amusing. Finally, Kitana freed herself, and Darquesse healed again even before the blood had fallen to the ground.