The other two glanced at him, their confusion and shock etched in their quick movements when the light cut off.
"Shit! Turn it back on, Healer!"
"What do you mean, turn it back on? His arm is gone!"
The last two argued while the Healer whimpered, his body shivering from his arm forcefully pulled out of its socket.
Now, the darkness they had so depended on was gone, and the swift movement of the clones of their target still lingered in the air.
Despite their best efforts to stay together and face their target, they were now in utter disorderliness, barely waiting for their death to come knocking on their door.
A female cackle pierced the air as the second male suddenly let out an ear-piercing scream, the sound of flesh ripping at the same time.
The Healer suddenly lifted his left arm, the bright light flickering back to life, returning their visions once again.
