Blood exploded outward from Lucian's injury, spraying violently through the air as flesh was torn apart. He didn't stand there like a fool, frozen by shock or disbelief. His body blurred backward in a violent distortion of motion as he instantly put distance between himself and Anthony, boots skidding across the ground, his blood trailing in long crimson streaks across the floor as he moved.
He paused for only a brief moment once he was clear, his eyes lowering to his own body. He stared at the wound, at the torn flesh and exposed muscle, registering the damage without panic. The very next instant, his injuries snapped shut as his natural regeneration kicked in. Flesh knitted together rapidly, bone realigned, muscle rewove itself as if reality itself were being overwritten. Within a heartbeat, there was no sign that the wound had ever existed.
