Then the guards sprang into action. As one, they grabbed the convicted, two to each arm, and dragged her over to a stone block further back on the stage. Slamming her right arm down onto the stone with enough force to stun it, her elbow was bent over the edge in the wrong direction. With three guards holding her down, the fourth wrenched her arm downward using his full weight, and with a sickening crack the joint broke, leaving her muscled arm hanging limp at an unnatural angle. Sonja's screams echoed across the town square, torn from deep within her chest, eclipsing the excited murmurs of the bloodthirsty crowd. On the other side of the block, her left arm was treated the same. Another loud snap followed, and it dangled limp and useless at her side. No more would Red Sonja wield a sword into battle, her famed skill robbed of her with cruel spite.