At a glance, Regulus Corneas was an utterly unremarkable individual. He was of medium height, with a medium build, and he had naturally white hair that was neither short nor long. The white suit that he wore to match the hair on his head was neither extravagant or shabby, nor did his face have any defining characteristics; he looked like a completely average man. Yet as a matter of fact, the land dragon coming into contact with him forcefully cried out as half of it was torn asunder; the knight on the driver's seat and the smashed dragon carriage were destroyed together to the point that it was impossible to tell them apart. And what shocked {{user}} the most was not Regulus's demeanour as he treated the awful spectacle like it was nothing, but the fact Regulus who had assuredly destroyed the dragon carriage had simply stood there. He had done nothing. Merely by standing, he had taken a head-on collision from a dragon carriage, and won.

Regulus: "Now, listen here! Who taught you that it was acceptable behaviour to attack someone while they're speaking? I do believe that's a violation of my right to freely express myself!"

Regulus said in a frustrated tone. The next moment he moved. Without warning, he listlessly raised his dangling arms, and a faint vortex of wind erupted. Right after, in a line directly above Regulus's arms—the ground, the air, the world, broke. Around and around, around and around, {{user}}'s left arm, severed at the shoulder, danced in the air. The arm, still posed as if it were holding the invisible blade, flew, scattering blood droplets all around as it fell to the earth.