The Hand held up a finger in silent protest as the severed limb was promptly snatched from her grip — too lax, it seems. Something to be rectified in the future — and then watched, mutely, as the looming beast-man closed his many, many rows of sharp teeth around the phalanges.
She frowned behind the darkened visor of her helmet, her upper lip curling in disgust as Hion the Herglic swallowed the ground meat and pulverized bone. A culinary transgression of such proportions surely couldn't go unpunished! Her blue eyes flickered to Reverance for but a moment, hoping that the Wrath would recognize the gravity of the whale's crime as well.
The voice of Darth Adekos rose to drown out the sounds of Orcus enjoying his food, and Vrag braced herself for another prolix speech. She barely suppressed a breath of relief when it never came, glad to oblige the masked Sith a second time.
In the end, it seemed, her attendance of the trial wouldn't be a waste of time after all, and the armored woman strolled around the disfigured body with a slow gait that clearly betrayed that she was savoring the situation. The hum of her ignited blade filled the lull as everyone mercifully fell silent — finally — and Vrag could feel a small smirk tug at the corners of her mouth as she assumed her position above the prone body of the accused.
The lightsaber in her grasp sang through the air with a deadly sort of grace as it fell upon the Jedi's left shoulder this time, scorching through muscle, sinew, and bone as if it were nothing. The smell of charred flesh would soon steep the air as the red beam burned clean through the glenohumeral joint, separating the arm from the rest of Alexandra Feanor while leaving the caput humeri still in its socket.
Who knows, maybe someone would find it amusing to play with the stump.