"Give me a break..."
Kaelen muttered as he raised his sword to block the approaching blood-spikes. They collided with the blade in a splattering impact, only to morph and crawl along the metal, creeping up to the hilt. The weapon quickly became too slick to wield.
'Fuck!'
With a growl of frustration, Kaelen released it, watching helplessly as his sword was absorbed in a writhing red mass.
"Damn it!"
He glanced around warily. There's no mistaking it: this had to be the work of a Seeker—but where are they?
Kali let out another, louder caw. Kaelen whipped his head around just in time to catch sight of a figure hurtling down toward him from above, with their weapon poised to strike.
"Shit!"
Kaelen reacted on instinct, summoning his chained blades just in time to intercept the blow. The impact was forceful, and he could feel the strength behind it pressing down hard. As his opponent drew back slightly, Kaelen's eyes adjusted to the figure.
"Thane...?"
