It was a bloodbath. Literally.
Athenodora no longer cast a defensive spell. She didn't need one. She never did. Instead, both her hands held spell circles, and out of those spell circles spread multiple tendrils all tipped with Blood Scythes which she controlled deftly and accurately to spin about, slicing at as many of Anton Orlock's Vampire Spawns as she could.
At some point, she stopped controlling the blood that spilled from her kills. It became too much, and she had enough Blood scythes already, so she just let it pool on the ground, increasing inch by inch with every couple of bodies she dropped.
And, even as she slaughtered so many, by God, Athenodora was beautiful.
Not even the Vampires she slaughtered could deny that.
She seemed to dance across the puddle of blood she had created on the ground. Her feet never sank into it and not a single drop clung to any part of her body. It was like watching someone walk on water, if the water were blood.
