Against Bloods
Skullius had accommodated the possibility of Demion's Dance being unable to kill off this creature in one move. He wasn't at all surprised when the blade was parried. Since he didn't have a way to sense how strong his opponent was, his enemy's feats would have to do as a measurement scheme. The Hybrid Luman loathed the fact that he had to find out in real time like this. Like a backward savage.
On the bright side, he judged that his opponent's reaction speed was way beyond that of even Maqian Masters at least, which meant that he was likely dealing with an opponent that scaled – at least physically – to the Incandescent Stage.
'What is that blood ability?' Skullius thought as he floated back.
Ashema drew the blood from the corpses below with style and ease. He painted a massive portion of the dark, aerial battlefield crimson, with part of the large volumes of the blood that didn't enter his gourd seemingly being rendered for basic attack.