Wish I Could… See the Sun One More Time…

The severed, withered hand fell to the ground and shattered. Just a few drops of blood had forced General Zod to cut off his own right hand. His imposing face was filled with deep wariness and vigilance. Especially when he saw that the left half of Donnie's head, which he had blown apart, had healed in the blink of an eye, that terrifying regenerative ability made his heart chill. "Time Magic?" Zod said slowly. "No. If I wanted to use magic against you, you'd have died long ago.