The scales of a well balanced battle were tipped. The contestants on the field could all feel it.
The crowd couldn't ignore the stirred up battle. The unexpected turn of events couldn't be predictable. Their rambling and cheers echoed all around the stadium. Anticipation and rush of adrenaline was fully pumped.
"How.. the fuck... is he.. alive?" The black haired man gasped for air as he spoke.
He swung his large sword and smashed through the large spike piercing through him from behind. Blood drippedprofuselyas he coughed up a lot more.
He swung again and the one lodged in his thigh cracked as it fell to debris. He tried to heal or stop the bleeding. His efforts were in vain.
The very blood in him was under the vampire's control. He didn't just pierce them. He also injected them with a bit of his own.
And manipulating blood was vampire specialty. Adding his own into their bodies was only for safety.
