Just as Saint Garling's fear rose into his throat, Lorne violently tore his hands outward.
Both arms were ripped clean from their shoulders, flesh and shattered armor crashing onto the ice. Lorne held Saint Garling aloft, and his agonized screams immediately tore across the battlefield.
"You cut her once."
Lorne raised his arm, lifting him higher.
"I'll take both your arms."
"Aah!"
Saint Garling kicked his legs wildly, blood spraying from the severed stumps onto Lorne's chest. His face twisted with excruciating pain, broken wails squeezing endlessly from his throat.
"Let me go!"
"I'm a member of the Figarland Family! The Acting Commander-in-Chief of the Holy Knights!"
"If you dare treat me like this, the Five Elders will never let you get away with it!"
Lorne did not answer.
He grabbed what remained of the white robe around Saint Garling's severed arms and slammed him into the ice.
The ice exploded with a crash.
Saint Garling's back smashed into the fractured crater. Blood poured from his mouth, and his body convulsed a few times, but he could not even turn over.
The twenty-odd Candidate Knights around them all stopped.
"Saint Garling has been crippled?"
"He tore off both his arms barehanded?"
"That was Seastone armor coated in Armament Haki!"
"What the hell is his body made of?"
"Fall back!"
"Don't go near that monster!"
"He's taken so many wounds! Why hasn't he fallen yet?"
Lorne walked toward where Kuina had fallen.
The Candidate Knights immediately retreated. None dared stand directly in his path again.
"Ryan."
"I'm here!"
Ryan rushed to Kuina's side with his sword in hand, his voice tight.
"Captain, Kuina's still alive!"
"The medic is already stopping the bleeding!"
"The wound is deep! She's been cut open all the way from her right shoulder to her left ribs!"