Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26998060-20170611230446/@comment-26120744-20170618175502

Bowser falls back down from the uppercut and slices Madama Butterfly's arm off. The arm wound festers, hardens into a black, cursed stump, and will never heal.

Bowser laughs.

"So you're a demon, huh?" Bowser asked. "Do you know what that means?"

He showed off his axe, which seethed with power as it absorbs the amputated arm.

"It means you're screwed."