Simon's blood sword descended like a crimson streak through the air, the weight of his desperation behind it.
The hybrid twisted to dodge, but the earlier blood blast had staggered it enough that it moved just a fraction too late.
The blade bit into its shoulder, slicing through muscle and bone with a wet, sickening sound. Blackened blood sprayed from the wound, steaming as it hit the ground.
The creature roared, an ear-splitting sound that reverberated through Simon's very core. But he didn't let up.
He knew the monster's healing would kick in soon, undoing the damage he'd just inflicted. He gritted his teeth, ignoring the ache spreading through his limbs, and pressed the attack.
His blood sword shimmered in the moonlight, shifting slightly in his grip as though responding to his will.
