The air crackled with tension as Blake and Nemisis faced each other, the coffin floating silently behind the vampire. Blake's red eyes narrowed, studying his opponent's grotesque form. Without warning, he struck first.
Blood erupted from his palm, coalescing into a series of razor-sharp projectiles. They whistled through the air, their red surfaces gleaming in the dim light. Nemisis merely laughed, its blade of darkness sweeping through the air in a wide arc, dissipating the blood bullets into mist.
"Amateur tricks," Nemisis taunted, its voice echoing through the chamber. "Is this all you've learned in your centuries of existence?"
'Testing its defenses,' Blake thought, his boots scraping against the ground as he shifted his stance. "Let's see how you handle this."
