As far as he could see, it was just mist everywhere. He was in the air, being pulled down by the bloodling. He didn't know what it looked like or if it even had a form. He stayed focused, however, and kept shining his light from his palms as it seemed to work against these creatures.
Thud!
"Argh!" He grunted in pain as he got slammed onto the muddy riverbed. The water had evaporated, and now only the swamp-like ground remained. Still, there was too much mist for him to see. So he went by his instincts and used the sense of smell to determine how far the bloodling was. For now, the bloodling seemed a bit shy and didn't continuously attack him.
"Sylvester!"
"Lord Bard!"
The crusaders and Lady Aurora were shouting his names and calling for him continuously, thinking the bloodling had got to him. But he didn't want them to charge forward and die simultaneously.
