Bariyan's too close and too slow to avoid the inadvertent attack.

He doesn't feel it at first. He certainly sees it, though. How weird and interesting, what's going on, is that blade going clean through-- oh yes. Yes it is. There we go.

All in all, it's a very clean amputation. Probably because there's no blood.

The sudden change in weight distribution causes Bariyan to reel backwards. He jams the point of his own sword -- held in his only remaining hand -- right into the ground to stop himself from falling over, and leans on it for support. And from there, he continues to stare down at his left arm like he has no idea what it is. Or how to react to it.

"Uh." Bariyan looks down at the other half of his arm, the bit that's still attached to him. "Well, son of a bitch."