Blood arts
Like a nightmare, Sumi discovered that the person she had thought she had put down was back on his feet wielding an axe formed from nothing other than ice that was attached directly to his wrist almost like it was the hilt itself. A part of his face drooping down like soggy noodles, right now her attacker looked nothing short of an inspiration plucked directly from a horror movie.
But she knew more than ever that this was not a movie. Asides the impending feeling of danger she felt from this strange foe, every sign out there was telling her to run. But how could she when his movement was even faster than hers. "He has really being toying with me. He is not on my level, at all!!!" Sumi discovered as she watched only the traces of white puffs of smoke appear around her with every footstep that was landed on the ground by the attacker in question.