"Damn, bastard!" Carl shouted as he quickly turned around and pulled his right arm back, clenching his spear with full strength before suddenly constricting his eyes and quickly jumping back as yet another spike emerged from the ground.
The spike was from the blood that was still flowing out of Carl's arm. Even though Lyle had used some of it to coat his dagger, it was a minuscule amount, allowing the rest of the blood to fall down on the ground before Lyle manipulated it to come out as a spike in order to block Carl from attacking him.
The large gash on Carl's left arm, although not a flesh wound, was not too heavy of an injury. He could heal it back home easily, and even some healers inside the city of Orsvald would be able to patch it up and allow him to use the arm once again without any side effects.
Still, for this battle, his arm was effectively crippled and he wouldn't be able to use it for battle, only having his right arm available now.
