Fenrir felt strength leave her immediately, causing her to drop the Humvee to the ground.
Slowly, she peeked at her own chest. In the middle of it, a single bloody arm peeked through, with the tips of its fingers burning with a pale orange flame.
"You really outdid yourself, Fenrir." The culprit and owner of the hand, Surtr, commented as he pulled his arm out. "To think you'd really outrun me until the last moment. What admirable diligence and effort."
"Gahack…!" She spat blood, staining her face red.
As soon as Surtr's arm was completely out, Fenrir's body crumpled to the ground with a thud. Blood pooled around her from the open wound, creating a crimson stain on the reddish-brown ground.
"I wanted to put you out of your misery if possible, but…"
Surtr continued, shrugging his shoulders. "My thirty seconds are up, so I can't really kill you now. I doubt you'll survive with your soul burned by my flames, though… a pity."
"F-Fenrir…!"
