The king controlled some of the nearby blood puddles from farther out in the area and brought them near him, forming dozens of spike rods and laying them on the ground while reserving some of it for emergency situations.
Abby could not do anything but scream and try her best to reach the king with her scythe and none existent flames with no result. Without the power of her flames, she was unable to break through the spikes binding her.
As the king finished creating his final spike, he walked towards Abby who started to frantically wing her scythe, only missing him by a hair.
<< Wow wow!!! That was too close for comfort! You need to lose that scythe right away my dear! It will just get in the way, >> The king said, cutting off 3 of Abby's right fingers just like she did with him.
