Bad Feelings
Kieran roared, discharging a surge of ruinous power.
The Nosferatu's sunken fangs shattered due to the force emitted by his body. But the repulsion was seen as an opportunity by other members of the legion.
As quickly as Kieran had pushed back the first set, a new surge of enemies came at him, but that wasn't seen as a nuisance. His attention was spread amidst the battle, allowing Kieran to perceive with senses similar to enhanced synesthesia.
He retreated a step, which cleared meters instantly.
'Drink, Heartsbane.'
The thirsty weapon Heartsbane traveled in a beautiful arc as Kieran swung his blade. He paid no attention to their vital area or Blood Core, allowing Heartsbane to sweep through their hearts unimpeded.
Its sigils flashed with carmine light, forming barbed needles seemingly made of blood or some other nefarious power. Like the fangs of the Nosferatu, the attack bit into their hearts, ripping them to shreds.