“Uh-huh.” Izzy raised an eyebrow and made a show to take a slight step away from him at the grin he gave her. When he looked back, Izzy almost mimicked him, but was glad she did not when she saw his expression.
	“Fantastic,” she muttered. “Can’t say I blame him, though. There’s no freaking way I’d be able to... well.” She looked at her own arm, the one that Theurge had obliterated in a single punch. Her brows furrowed. She had lost an arm and hands in her fight, but they had regrown within seconds. “Riley,” she looked back to the man. “you saw what happened on the field. But I turned out fine. Why didn’t Cerasus’ limbs just grow back?”