Damien unleashed a barrage of icicles at Blake with the same velocity as Blake's blood bullets, the room became a chaotic battleground. Blake swiftly went on the defensive, his reflexes kicking in as he darted across the room, narrowly evading the icy projectiles that tore through the air, shattering anything in their path.
With each step, Blake's movements were fluid yet precise. He danced around the lethal icicles, his senses sharp and focused on the impending danger. But even with his heightened agility, one of the icy shards grazed perilously close to him, slicing across his rib with a searing pain.
Gritting his teeth against the pain, Blake pressed on, his adrenaline fueling his movements. However, just as he thought he had evaded the danger, his heart skipped a beat as he watched in horror as one of the icicles veered off course, hurtling directly toward Rose, who remained encased in Damien's icy trap.