His grip tight on her arm the blade flashed down again, sinking deep into her shoulder as he pulled, hard, on her arm. With a vicious roar and the gut-wrenching sound of flesh tearing, bone scraping on bone, her flesh gave way and suddenly came free - her torn and bloody arm suddenly unshackled from her shoulder as he waved it limply above her.

A streak of blood had hit his face, and his eyes, and with a growl he spit it out.

"Is this what you wanted?" He roars, half to her and half to the watching crowd, somewhere far away, as he flings her arm away. "Are you not entertained?"