'It…it can't…be. How?'
Enor, whose body was previously falling with great precision, found himself suspended in the air by a cluster of Blood Tendrils with his club grasped under the mighty grip of the Blood Mutant.
The Ethisian was dumbstruck, his thoughts left to wonder at how the Blood Mutant was able to recover so quickly after taking such amounts of damage. At first, the Ethisian thought he had the upper hand and felt as though he were dominating.
He made sure to give it all he had and attacked his enemy with every fiber in his body. He thought he was winning, he thought he was weakening his enemy, he thought he was going to kill it for good. But now, he was the one going to face its wrath for the Blood Mutant had uttered the words "It's now our turn to attack."
With one hand holding the club and tendrils elevating Enor up in the air, the other started to enlarge with volumes of blood coagulating and turning into a massive, jagged Blood Blade fused to the Mutant's arm.
