"Looks like I won't be able to defeat you if I don't get serious."
Elder Liu was musing to himself as he drew a real lance. Not the blood spear that he had been conjuring this entire time, but an actual spear made of metal. He twirled it to fend off Redfield's thrust, and unlike his blood spears, this weapon didn't disintegrate or boil away from the sheer heat of the red-haired mercenary's flames.
"There won't be any difference in the outcome," Redfield declared confidently as he swung his spear. Liu parried it, and despite his advanced age, he held his ground firmly against the younger man. While the two of them were locked in combat, a couple of poisoned throwing knives streaked through the air, silver tinted with purplish venom.
Anastasia had thrown them at Liu while he was currently distracted by her comrade.
However…
"!!!"
