"Indeed, you made me bleed." Eryke nodded his head as if simply confirming the truth. "But why are you so excited about it?"
"The greatest weakness of a Sword Will Martial Artist is that they cannot heal. The Sword Will is too sharp for it. I have made you bleed, once you die, I will have contributed to your death." The Bow Demon grinned, even as he fell to the ground, as if he had achieved some great accomplishment.
"I do not understand you. How does dying when I am old make you a contributor to it?" Eryke asked with an intrigued expression.
"Because you are injured. No matter how great the doctor, they can't heal the damage that's already been done to you. Unless you heal yourself, you are young, but you might not even live past forty," he spoke with a mocking tone.
"Hmm." Eryke touched his chin with an intrigued expression. "You are half-true."
"Enlighten me." The Bow Demon was smug.
