Kiss The Baby Sky

[Grace Falls]

Hey I'll post soon, maybe tomorrow. A lot of stuff happened the last couple days. My bad.

[Grace Falls]

"Kaiser. It's an honor to face you." But his respect soon faded as he saw his enemy inflict himself with his blade. Just what kind of insanity is driving him? Such questions are meaningless as this was a battle. Anything can happen and Darra was astonished to see Kaiser's foot healing, yet it wasn't regenerating hastily nor too slowly. This was unfortunate, now he has to cut him even deeper to inflict significant damage. However, the most frightening was that Kaiser seemed to be enjoying the pain that would shake a mere human. What kind of creature is he...?

Darra quickly calculated the possibilities that can occur. The thought of one becoming stronger through loss of blood is quite impossible. Details aren't necessary at this moment, even thinking of that alternative was obscure. The time within Darra's mind seemed to have gone by in minutes, but in reality, time has passed in seconds. By this, the warrior has come up with two conclusions, but even with this, none seemed favorable to him. The monster standing before him can manipulate blood, which he has seen the same abilities through other opponents, and the other, pain, not blood, drove this beast to grow in raw strength or the likes.

With the sword in hand, Darra cannot possibly let any more time be wasted. He needed to land a hit before Kaiser can freely move with ease. With a wave of his hand, the two clones moved once more at amazing speeds towards Kaiser. With their swords in hand, their movements were at utmost impressive. One clone slashed the ground within meters in front of Kaiser, sending a wave of sand to blind him. The other clone jumped upon the other duplicate's black, soaring though the air, and attempted to stab the face...

[Chromatic]

For but a mere glimpse in time, Kai could make out, even if the vaguest of sorts, a hint og shock pass across Darra's face as he allowed his blood smeared foot to run freely out. The red liquid that gave him his life flowed elegantly, yet wildly out from his wound, piling up at a rate that would have even the most advanced Earth doctors in a fluster, as no body could have held such an over-abundant amount of blood. Even one of his own kin could never have stored an excess of such. But still, it was running out from the gash by the pints, and with each wave of blood cells that left the veins, a new wave was generated simultaneously to compensate the loss.

Though a small dissatisfaction had been aroused by the brevity of Darra's shock, the Dhampire was more than pleased with his maneuver. He had, for that short blink of an eye point, done what he had aimed to do: he had frightened him, even if just a bit, and fear was the greatest weapon for any warrior to weild in a battle. It was, in his own meandering time in combative situations, the frce that weakened the resolve of those that were fighting. To see the technique of a madman come about, or to see a weapon that far outclassed their own stock (in his case, the former), could prove to be the essential victory factor in a clash.

Given that the clones had again been born upon him, and given also that their speed was such that his was made meager by comparison, his actions had to be immediate. Were he of full blood in vampiric heritage, such a problem would not be present, but that shred of human, which he valued nonetheless was now leaving him vulnerable, and inferior. He couldn't say that resented it at all, but he cetainly saw it as more of a hinderance than an aid. But then, were he of ful blood, he'd have been unable to exist at full strength in the ligth of this world.

Well... work with what I got!

The blood, now runnung less quickly, had settled into a drying phase upon the top of his foot as he pulled the blade out from its resting spot, the wound sealing itself over with its own hardened product. That blood which had fallen from his foot to the ground was now reshaping upon their space, forming into three, coherently striking attacks. Three small, sharp, hardened spires of blood shot out from the mess of a pool gathered within the sand beneath him. One shot forward, aimed at the grounded clone. A second had shot upwards, at an angle, targeting the airbourne clone in mid flight. The third was sent at the non-cloned Darra, the real one.

They're but needles, bu they should do the trick here.

Through all of this, he eyes had locked shut, and his head turned to the side, as the slash of sand whipped against the side of his face. Stripped of now of his use of sight, his sense of hearing took a fuller presence in his mind, as teh sounds of the nearby parts of the world became more ressonant within his ears.