Ciel's blade carves away scales and flesh - and though imperfect, it is more than enough to allow a penetrating attack from without. While its scales had been enough to deflect many an arrow, with then shorn there is nothing stopping each through from streaking deep into the flesh of the Sanctifier's neck.

Its throat constricts, the arrows trapped in its windpipe. Its roar is truncated and broken, the sound of its torn cry almost pitiful in the way its cracks and bleeds.