<blockquote><div><cite>Reizu wrote:</cite>The wolfeasel drew the katana from its sheath which appeared from his shadow. "Well, my nose is about to explode blood itself but otherwise I'm fine." He ran his fingers along the edge of the red blade. "Oh, and about the head joke.." With speed that could easily outrace lightning, he targeted his shoulder section with a glint of his red eyes before slicing at it. The instrument cut through the bone, tissue, and other flesh as though it were water. The arm flew off as a stream of red vital fluid gushed out of the clean cut wound. Reizu grabbed the arm in his mouth and chewed. "You did say the joke already. But are you OK, Babs?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>OOC: Except that I already stated it wouldn't gush. her flesh is acting more like meat on a butchers slab.<br/><br/>Babs eyes widened. "Wow... I didn't even see it! That was so cool!"<br/><br/>Her other arm reached across and patted the stump, as she looked at it. Her other arm bent at the elbow so her hand could stoke him under the chin, and cup to feel his throat. "Oh, yes, consume me, piece by piece. Send me down your gullet."<br/><br/>She sat down, lying on her back and lifting one leg into the air. Her eyes were still fixed on his mouth, and the arm her was chewing. Her remaining hand started to move down towards her thighs, then stopped. "I'll let you take care of that when you lick it."