Tears off Leviathan's hand

Blood and spittle flew from my lips as life and energy returned to my limbs, and I took hold of his wrist with both of my massive, muscled hands, squeezing until even the deepest, sturdiest layers of his arm began to strain and fracture.

And then I ripped his claws from my body like it was nothing.

It wasn’t. It hurt. It hurt so bad. It was agony, five blazing points of pain that seared me down to the bone. He’d caused damage to the five most important organs in my body, from my liver to my heart to my lungs, and I could feel it with perfect clarity and it hurt so bad. Ripping his claws from my body so violently had only made it worse.

But it didn’t stop me. It only made me angrier. It only made me stronger.