...STAB!...
"ARGHHH!..."
Cris's attack connects, stabbing his Dagger to his opponent's crouch and cutting the Rank B Knight's D*ck and B*lls, turning Omor into an impotent.
"Argh!... What the faq did you do? You useless piece of trash!..."
While Omor is squirming while kneeling on the ground as he tries to heal his injuries by drinking a Healing Potion, Cris is just standing a bit further away while looking at Omor and thinking of the atrocity that he just did.
Cris lost control of his emotions and succumbed to being a sore loser, like what he thought of Siel back then when they fought each other. He aims to destroy the manhood of his opponent, of his fellow man. An act that can't be justified by whatever reason and can only be described as pure cruelty to all men.
"FAQ IT!... THEY'RE GONE!..."
Cris's hands tremble as he looks at the things that should be intact between Omor's legs, which are now lying on the ground between the two of them.
