The blood spun and change it shaped to ...a long, needle-like spike—thin, gleaming crimson, and deadly.
With a subtle twitch of my finger, it shot forward.
Shlick—!
...At Bjron
The Blood Needle shot from my fingertip with a sickening whistle, fast as lightning, straight toward Bjron's throat.
But at the last instant—
He moved.
His eyes widened, instincts screaming. He twisted his body and pulled back, abandoning the downward swing of his cleaver mid-motion.
A wise choice.
Had he not moved, the needle would've pierced his throat and ended it all.
But—
SCHLARRKK—!!
Instead, it tore through his shoulder—right through the joint of the arm that held his weapon.
A geyser of blood burst into the air, splashing across the stone floor and my face.
"Aaaarghhh!"
