Just as Charles was repeatedly stabbing the airbag, a hand stretched out from the shriveled balloon, reaching straight for his chest.
Charles raised his chainsaw and slashed at the hand, but the blade passed right through as if it were incorporeal. It was Linda's hand.
Using her Special Ability, she effortlessly bypassed Charles's defense and clamped her hand around his heart.
The sensation of having his heart gripped was bizarre. Charles could feel Linda trying to yank it out.
But no matter how much force she used, Charles felt no pain. His heart had crystallized and was now nearly as hard as stone; a simple pull would have no effect on it.
Immediately after, Charles watched Linda's figure emerge from the shriveled airbag before him. With a flicker of thought, he teleported away into the pitch-black sky, escaping her grasp.
BANG! BANG! Two deep gunshots thundered. As Charles plummeted downward, the joint of his left arm withered and caved in like a wilting flower.
