The same blood sickles that deflected right off the creature's skin had now come back to Zylus's hands.
"This is fucking sick," Zylus averted his gaze from the weapons to the creature now chasing after him, "Let's do this shit."
He held them by their handles; the curved reddish blade had blood dripping down from the tip. Zylus gripped onto them just as he would with his Demonic Weapon.
But this wasn't part of his Demonic Weapon; this was 'Oathbound.'
His elemental magic is now turning into a weapon for close combat. Zylus was an assassin and a mage at the same time. He was quick, shifty, strong, and above all else, adaptable.
As the creature began to lung itself forward towards Zylus, acknowledging Zylus had nothing more in his arsenal, Zylus waited for a second, smiling the entire process.
"Not yet," Zylus hid the blood sickles behind his back, the creature still speeding towards him rapidly, "Not yet…"
