Trolls down.

"There it is!" Ethan exclaimed, a fierce determination blazing in his eyes. With a burst of adrenaline, he lunged forward, his heart pounding like a war drum. 

The metallic equipment encasing his fist melted away like a mirage, replaced by a swirling, crimson liquid that seemed to pulse with a life of its own.

The scarlet droplets cascaded from his outstretched hand, defying gravity's pull as they danced in mid-air. As if guided by some arcane force, they coalesced into a sinuous, ethereal blade, its edges glistening with an otherworldly intensity.

The blood-imbued blade gleamed with an eerie radiance, each ripple of its form hinting at untold power. Ethan's fingers closed around the hilt, a shiver of energy coursing through his veins as his grip tightened. His body seemed to respond to the newfound weapon, surging with energy as he unleashed its potential.