"Now…" he said, with a calmness that didn't match the chaos around him. "...let's see how long you can hold out."
Ethan Cross finally reacted.
His body could no longer keep up with the constant cutting, his regeneration was becoming overwhelmed, and the feeling of always being one step behind… was corroding any remaining confidence he still held.
So he did what any pressured vampire would do.
He forced his power.
The blood around his body condensed violently, as if crushed by an invisible pressure. In a brusque movement, he extended his hand… and a blade of blood instantly formed.
Ethan lunged forward with a roar, spinning his body and bringing the sword down with all his might, the blade cutting through the air with a grotesque sound, almost like a scream.
Victor… didn't back down.
He raised his own sword.
And received the blow.
CRACK.
The impact echoed through the arena.
For a moment, it seemed the two forces were balanced… but that lasted less than a second.
