Mevolent fired again, the beam hitting Darquesse in the side just as she waved her hand.
A scythe flashed and took her fingers.
Darquesse screamed, clutching her hand, too shocked by the sight of her spurting blood to do anything about it. The Redhood whirled, taking her legs out from under her. She hit the ground and tried to scramble away. Her jacket bunched up, exposing her back, and the Redhood impaled his blade in her flesh.
Her scream was cut off. Her mouth was open but no sound came out. Pain danced in her wide eyes.
And then, as if the pain had only been an act, her eyes narrowed and the terror washed away. Black flames consumed the Redhood and burned him from existence. She stood, pulled out the scythe and dropped it with one hand even as her fingers grew back on the other.