Blake watched, his face a mask of concentration. 'Impressive, but it's left him exposed.' He placed his hand on the ground, channeling his power. The blood from his previous attacks began to seep up through the cracks in the concrete, forming a network of crimson veins across the rooftop.
"You're not the only one with tricks up your sleeve, old man," Blake growled. With a gesture, the blood veins erupted, forming into dozens of spike-tipped tentacles that surged towards Damien from all directions.
Damien's ice vortex expanded, meeting Blake's blood tentacles in a clash of elemental fury. The rooftop shuddered under the force of their collision, more cracks spiderwebbing across its surface.
"Is that the best you can do?" Damien sneered, his voice echoing from within his icy fortress. "Parlor tricks and crude manipulations? You're out of your depth, Blake!"
