Adam moved without hesitation, his body flowing into the heart of Isolde's blood field. His fist slammed into a rising wave of crimson, dispersing it into a spray of dark droplets. Another punch shattered a forming tendril before it could fully take shape.
Isolde's eyes narrowed. Her hands wove through the air, and the blood around her answered. It rose, twisting, coalescing into a massive, humanoid form—a Blood Golem—its body rippling with hardened crimson muscle, its fists raised to crush.
Adam met it head-on.
His fist drove into the golem's chest, and the impact sent shockwaves rippling through its form. Cracks spider-webbed across its surface, and with a second, heavier blow, it shattered into a cascade of crimson shards.
Adam stepped through the falling blood, his eyes locked on Isolde.
