Blood Maze 2.
“It’s been quite a while, Damien, how have you been?” Marcus greeted, settling into a horse stance and stretching his arms outward while pushing his right leg forward.
“Don’t talk to me as if we’re buddies, the last time we met, you tried to kill me, remember? It’s time for me to pay you back,” Damien retorted, swiping his hand and summoning a pitch-black sword with red cracks.
“If you said that when you were in a better state, maybe I would have believed it, but how do you plan to defeat me with your current mana state? If you want, I can give you a little break,” Marcus teased, but Damien chuckled.
“We both know you won’t do that, so stop pretending to be nice and come at me, as for mana, you don’t have to worry. I may not be at my best, but I managed to draw some blood from your previous teammate.”
“ Although converting his blood energy to mana will cause me to lose some of it in the process,” Damien explained.