Before me stood Urak, one of his arms hanging and destroyed, his wings torn off, and numerous bruises covered his body, all very close to vital points without ever hitting them.
"Who was it?" (me)
"Does it matter...?" (Urak)
"< Chaotic Blood Magic: Hunt of the Condemned >" (me)
I waved a finger towards Urak, blood seeped through my skin forming a complex miniature magic circle that was soon ignited by Starfire. A wolf-like creature with a leech's head rushed towards Urak, piercing his body as it grew.
The creature, made of Starfire and blood, quickly ran away, leaving behind Urak, fully recovered yet weakened.
"What did you do!?" (Urak)
Urak looked at his own condition in astonishment. It was more than clear that she had been injured with little to no resistance; she had only defended herself enough to avoid mortal wounding.
