The ground trembled as Kai dashed forward, blood gauntlets glistening like wet obsidian under the flickering lights. His red eyes were glowing - no, burning. Not with reason or calculation, but with pure hunger. A savage urge to spill, to carve, to end.
Dominique cracked her knuckles, her dark aura thickening around her like a second skin. She didn't flinch at the feral look in Kai's eyes. If anything, it made her smirk.
"Bring it, freak," she spat. "Let's see if you bleed just like the rest of us."
Kai didn't respond.
He didn't need to.
Blood surged in from the surrounding chaos - rivers of red snaking toward him from every corner of the arena. It wrapped around unnaturally. He didn't just wear the blood; he became it. The liquid armour hardened across his skin, layering over his limbs and torso, yet shifting with his every movement like a living being. It was thick, viscous, durable, and terrifying.
