The rooftop battlefield erupted into a frenzy of violence as Damien, his pride wounded, retaliated with savage fury. His ice-encased fist connected with Blake's jaw, the impact resonating like a thunderclap. Blake's head snapped back, blood spraying from his mouth as he skidded across the rain-slicked concrete, leaving a red trail in his wake.
But Blake was far from done. He sprang to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of blood and broken teeth. His eyes blazed with unholy rage as he charged at Damien, his fist coated in a swirling vortex of hardened blood.
"Is that all you've got, you frozen fuck?" Blake roared, driving his blood-enhanced fist into Damien's stomach.
The impact shattered Damien's ice armor, sending razor-sharp shards flying. Damien doubled over, gasping, but quickly straightened up, a maniacal grin spreading across his face.
