Ka'z rolled his shoulders slowly, feeling the lingering ache from Loki's previous attack disappeared. A cold grin tugged at the edges of his lips as he leaned forward, extending his right hand while gripping Ashin Grim tightly.
His knees bent slightly and his posture lowered, preparing his body for the next exchange. Then the blood covering the battlefield began to move. Thin streams crept toward him from every direction, sliding across the dirt before climbing his legs and flowing up his body.
More blood gathered around his arm, then poured toward the battle axe in his hand. It climbed over the shaft and spread across the weapon's blade until Ashin Grim was completely covered in a thick layer of crimson liquid.
