Blood spikes the size and length of electric poles. Clones moving quicker than most could perceive and keep up with visually. Sounds so loud, strong, and powerful that they could be seen and felt violently scraping against the body.
Those were the three attacks ravaging the Ethisian simultaneously and in quick succession.
The first were the blood spikes, each crashing down with great speed and a violent force. The High Grade narrowly evaded the first few, only to get held back by the clones that rammed their awkward selves into his legs, causing him to stumble and sway. With this mental struggle for attention between the falling spikes and ramming blood clones, the High Grade lost concentration, leaving him defenseless from a few of the spikes which ravaged him.
The spikes weren't sharp enough to pierce through his skin, but they were all that was needed to make him lose his footing.
