Selt howled and clutched his arm up by the shoulder, reducing blood flow. He swore loudly and tried to calm himself - with all the movement and fear of detection he had loosened the bonds constraining his Weapon.
Then, with a loud cry and a feeling of relief - the former cancelled by the barrier - the monstrous Nephilim Claw burst forth.
Selt's skin stretched as his right arm warped and lengthened. The horrible red spines punctured his warping skin and grew out around his shoulder and down to his elbow as the long, thin red claws enveloped and fused with his fingers. The skin around the flaring green crystal stretched and in places tore away, revealing a jet black wound. Indestructible, it ain't.
The curving red claws had ruptured several luggage bags.
"I think we're in trouble!" Selt mouthed as he stared wide eyed at the wasted luggage of his instructors. Then he glanced at his arm and cringed.