"Ah… this blade actually sheared off my pinky."
The white-haired witch just showed a complete nonchalance toward what had just happened; surprising enough—or perhaps not at all—the witch's remark expressed her blindside, paired with a look of indifference in her eyes. She was completely taken off guard seeing the seemingly ill-forged blade effortlessly pass through and sever her pinky with such a clean cut. She was more shocked by the cut itself than by seeing her blood spurt and drip from the stump where her pinky once was, which was sliced flat, revealing a white and slightly pinkish ring of hard outer bone with a darker, reddish spongy center. Fascinatingly, it didn't look like it was hacked or chewed; the skin, muscle, and bone were sheared completely flush, creating a flat, bloody plane where the little finger was once protruding… the witch's whole pinky had now simply dropped from its root and was now lying bloodily on the floor, staining the dark shade of hardwood,
