Zephyrion's bones were metal.
Fingers compressed together, shooting forward at incredible speed, they were no different from the thrust of a dagger.
It drove into the sanguine's neck, bursting out in a spray of blood and gore. The sanguine's eyes widened, trembling with shock as he clutched his bleeding neck. Zephyrion saw the fading light in his crimson eyes and knew he was finished.
The other sanguine uttered no words. Eyes cold, blood pooled into his arm, morphing into a blade. It flashed forward, slashing toward him.
Zephyrion was a blur as he dipped beneath it, the blade swishing overhead. His fist crashed into the sanguine's leg. Bone cracked, a low grunt escaping the sanguine. Yet the sanguine's eyes blazed. He redirected the blade, hacking it down toward Zephyrion.
It met empty air. Zephyrion had already erased the distance, his fist crashing into the sanguine's throat.
"Urgh! Urgh!"
