For a moment, crimson_shower gained the upper hand.
Her blood moved with serpentine intelligence, one tendril breaking away from the main assault to snake low across the ground. Before Jelo could track its movement, the crimson strand wrapped around his ankle like a living rope, tightening with surprising strength.
She yanked hard.
Jelo's balance shattered instantly. His feet went out from under him, and he felt himself falling backward, his arms windmilling uselessly as gravity took over. The world tilted as he crashed toward the ground.
But crimson_shower didn't wait for him to land. She was already moving, closing the distance with predatory speed, her remaining blood reshaping into a long, razor-sharp blade that gleamed in the gray light of the courtyard.
She lunged forward, the blood blade aimed directly at Jelo's throat, a killing blow, or what would be one if this weren't a simulation.
