[You've Gained Immunity to Blood Manipulation.]
The glow brightened one last time before fading completely. The wounds vanished. The resistance in his veins disappeared.
Bruce rolled his shoulders lightly, testing his arm, and smiled.
"Now…" he murmured softly, eyes locking onto her trembling form, "where were we?"
Claire's pulse spiked. Her grip tightened around her twin daggers, and with a sharp exhale she lunged,
Her blood-red, serrated daggers carved twin arcs through the air, each slash filled with murderous precision. The sound of metal slicing wind echoed sharply, her movements fast enough to blur, vicious enough to decapitate a lesser Awakened in a heartbeat.
Her blades sliced toward Bruce in a blur of red and silver.
Bruce didn't flinch. He didn't dodge.
He blocked.
With his bare hands.
Her daggers slammed into his palms...
CLANG!
A metallic ring blasting through the area. Sparks shot out. The shockwave kicked up dust and tore a shallow trench beneath their feet.
