The carpet, once a deep shade of green, was now coloured red by the growing pool of blood coming from the stump of Jack Noir's shoulder. The prototyping ring that had granted him his powers was still placed snugly on his finger, but, as the arm had been cut form the body, so to had the power been cut from Noir, leaving him here. Weak, helpless and bleeding out from where had once been his right arm. Truly, the only good thing about this situation was that he had regained his left arm.
Good lord you lord pathetic right now.
Sneering, Jack uses his one good arm (Or rather, his only arm) to claw himself to his lost limb, laying in it's own pool of blood. He slips the ring off his cold fingers, and slips it onto his left hand......only for nothing to happen. Jack Noir lets out a scream of frustration, defeated.
