A bare metallic hand firmly grasped Aires' sword-wielding wrist, abruptly stopping him in his tracks and stamping on any momentum he had just regained. Glowing boiling red hot with radiant solar light, the grasping hand rapidly began to singe and burn away at Aries' tainted flesh, the unbearable temperature warping the whole wrist down to the bone and forcing Aries to drop the sword. The dark blade clanged against the ancient street road as drops of boiled molten flesh splashed around it. A vile necrotic odour filled the air like poison. "Sting a little?"