"A deal? What kind of deal do you want to make?"
"I'll explain it all in a moment, but first, I want to know something. Do vampires have a way of knowing the purity of the blood?"
"Of course, it's easy to do. Is that really your request?" Vlad was surprised. It was commonplace and unworthy of being a reward in a battle.
"Yes, that would be enough."
Vlad shrugged, "Okay, whatever you say, but I want ten liters of your blood if I win. If I lose, I want one liter."
"Hmm? Do I look like a giant? I'm afraid I don't have ten liters of blood in me."
"Don't worry. I'll wait until you recover. I'll even provide you with special fruits and potions for that."
"Huh, okay, it's a deal. Now it's time to continue. I can't wait to get ten liters of your blood." Vlad licked his lips, and the clouds thickened in the sky.
In his hands came two red lightning bolts that turned into short blades. Vlad stood up and lunged toward Wain.
