As the scalding hot blood rippled down his blade and unto his hands, Alexander could not help but scream as his skin was grafted into the handle of his swords in a tortuous manner.
It was something inhumane, but he was also doing something no human would ever even fathom doing, so he should have been prepared for this. He had been told of how the blood of the fragment was... but this was an entirely different level.
He calmed his screams down as the blood flowed down his arms, he had to think quickly, lest it would cover his entire body. He had heard from Kazikato what happened to Alan when that happened, and he was not keen on doing the same.
Circulating his mana in his mouth, he blew. He was casting wind magic, one that was weak in offensive and defensive capabilities, but suited for this. He created a sort of barrier at the tsuba of his swords, one that expelled the blood outwards, away from his body. He hoped it would not fall on anyone down there...
