Chapter 32
- Bit by bit, splatters of blood fell onto the cold, cracked tiles, painting a crimson pool beneath the fighters' feet as the room descended into a stunned, horrified silence.
- The sound of bone meeting bone and flesh meeting flesh echoed, each brutal strike making the two currently clashing seem barely human to those watching them.
- Vlad's battered body at this point was beginning to run on nothing other than willpower.