"Give me a break..."
Kaelen muttered as he raised his sword to block the approaching blood-spikes. They collided with the blade in a splattering impact, only to morph and crawl along the metal, creeping up to the hilt. The weapon quickly became too slick to wield.
'Fuck!'
With a growl of frustration, Kaelen released it, watching helplessly as his sword was absorbed in a writhing red mass.
"Damn it!"
He glanced around warily. There's no mistaking it: this had to be the work of a Seeker—but where are they?
Kali let out another, louder caw. Kaelen whipped his head around just in time to catch sight of a figure hurtling down toward him from above, with their weapon poised to strike.
"Shit!"
