It's alive
"Am I losing?" Blood thought as he noticed that his regeneration speed had dropped considerably. His stamina was also almost depleted as most of it had gone into healing a weakness he did not know until now.
"This has never happened... Blood, I need blood," he thought, shifting his gaze from the battle.
During most of his battles, he automatically absorbed the blood of his opponents to increase his regeneration speed and strength, but his current opponent had no blood for him to absorb.
"Is he a child, he dares turn his back during a fight," Ossa thought as he swung the humming antler at Blood's left leg, separating it from his body. Blood fell down hard, his face hitting the grassy ground. "Kov!! Krovi!!" He cried out.
The four mercenaries noticed his predicament but did not make any effort to support their leader. They could tell he needed blood, and sure, they could hunt a beast for him, but to what end?