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The prisoners' blood he had drunk before coming here had increased his Blood Proficiency. His control felt smoother now. The blood answered faster. He could use smaller amounts more efficiently than before.
At some critical moment he can upgrade one of his skills. But for now he formed dozens of thin blood needles instead of another sword.
They flew from different directions.
Dickoff covered his face with one arm.
Most needles broke against his hardened skin, but several entered the wound near his jaw. Others struck his eyes.
Dickoff shouted and stepped backward. One blood needle entered his left eye.
Black blood came out of his left eye.
Sekhmet pulled with Blood Control.
The blood inside the eye reacted.
Dickoff screamed louder and grabbed his face in pain.
