'Dammit.'
Jayhan had his head behind his back, ready to launch an attack before Jacob could pull the trigger.
But to his surprise, Kara had chosen to act first.
With inhuman speed, she charged forward, whooshing past Jayhan with the hilt of her blade clutched tightly in her hand.
Her eyes locked on her target.
Jacob, seeing the bold woman charging toward him, switched his attention and aimed at her.
Just as he was about to shoot—
Slash!
It was fast and swift.
Kara sliced his hand off.
Everyone watched as the man's severed hand, still gripping the pistol, fell to the ground.
Kara slashed her blade to the side as she stood upright, the blood staining the ground.
"Don't aim your gun at him ever again. Next time, it's your head."
Finally, the reaction everyone was waiting for came through.
"Ahhhhhh! My hand!"
The man screamed his heart out, eyes filled with pain and rage.
Falling to the ground, he could only hold his wrist, praying he didn't bleed to death.
