The black-haired man who's currently not on a wheelchair and instead half-submerged in sand, spoke not of words but a low static noise.

	When the snake draped in another snake's skeleton darted away from his arms with such force, it flung his arms up and one of them fully broke off from the elbow and flew three feet away. The humming suddenly intensified, along with more static noise, and this feeling that all the energy in the air and the ground and the nearest benevolent necromancer was being drained into him.

	As this went on, his head slowly turned to align his eyes with the visage of this blind, blue-robed figure. There was no expression on his face.

	If one were to look closely at his severed arm, there's no blood. It's just some kind of prosthetic made of terracotta flesh and iron bones.