Outcome

"Argh!" The man snarled as he lashed back at Rui, lunging at him.

WHOOSH!

It was a feint.

BAM!

Rui's foot flew, crashing straight into his jaw in a high back kick. He made it nearly impossible for the man to even get a good sense of his bearings.

Yet every time he attacked, he bled.

It didn't matter if Squire Dekriole did it with intention or not.

It simply was the case that every time Rui touched Squire Dekriole, he bled. Even if he was the one attacking Squire Dekriole, he got hurt.

Yet he kept going.

He wanted to see whether the rate at which he was getting hurt could be handled by Weaving Blood, and the initial results were quite promising.

Every wound that he gained from simply making rough contact with Squire Dekriole was promptly healed by Weaving Blood, even the most painful wounds quickly disappeared like magic as his cells worked overtime gaining the necessary energy and compounds that would serve as the building blocks for the new cells.