Into The Night

"Arts, stats, energies, all of those are fine and all, but pure might and sheer instinct can often trump them, my beast blood has an additional property, it seems like you could do something similar when creating something from your rot, but with my blood to stimulate it, you should be able of calling upon the strengths of those that you have decayed…"

The Night Flier decided to demonstrate what he meant by walking up to his brother and slapping him square in the face, resulting in a loud ting of iron sounding throughout the ruin.

"Vespertillo, you do this every time"