The Death of Ross and a Heroic Monster

Blood dripped steadily. From Ross's severed wrist, a torrent of blood gushed out like a mountain spring. Several ligaments and tendons had been torn loose as well, hanging limply against the floor. Ross let out a scream, then clenched his lips so hard that deep bloody marks appeared. Sweat beaded densely across his forehead and trickled down his face. The immense pain twisted his features, the bone-deep agony placing terrifying pressure on both his mind and body. "Don't worry, my dear General Ross.