"Honestly? I'd rather not," Atrox said.
Thane shuddered as he realized he had miscalculated. He should have come more prepared or not at all. The only thing that still made him hesitant to continue was that his regeneration was second only to a healer's.
And the target was still within his blood domain. "...I just have to exploit his blind spot... yes... that's it..."
He raised his beaded necklace, and every bead flashed red, glowing blood red. The air tightened, and the domain shook slightly as it constricted, growing smaller around Atrox.
Atrox grunted as his body was squeezed tighter, as if he were in a giant's hand. He watched in amusement as Thane began to walk around him as if he were a monster being held back by a thin rope.
"Are you trying to get to my blind spot?" Atrox mocked.
But the bald man didn't answer. Instead, he raised his hand to let his blood form into a small knife. The sword he had created earlier had been burned away.
