The Ethisians closest to the Blood Bishop charged at him, their hands itching to avenge all of their fallen comrades. At that moment, the Blood Bishop was surrounded them all in a circle with no way through. Not choosing to fight them head-on just yet, the Mutant decided to kill them one at a time until the numbers dwindled to the strongest of them all. The fight progressed, some of the Ethisians grabbed anything they could and lunged at the Blood Bishop, blocking its peripheral vision, while others appeared from the back. "It landed?" one Elite sneaked from the back and used its powerful legs to kick the Mutant from where it stood. Its body was tossed like a rag doll rolling quickly. The others followed suit, moving in unison almost as if they had practiced for something like that. The Blood Bishop’s body was grabbed and tossed to another Ethisian which slammed it on the ground repeatedly and then another approached with heavy stumps aimed at its head and chest. All at once, they landed on the Blood Bishop, leaped away, and fell back with a series of kicks and punches. The Blood Bishop remained calm with none of the hits doing anything to its body. Eronis and the Commander watched, calculating, thinking, plotting, and planning on what they’d do once the Blood Bishop was exhausted. The Elites and Grand Warrior class brought hell upon the Blood Bishop, their attacks so vicious that cracks, holes, and craters were left behind. Still, they weren’t done with the Blood Bishop yet. Standing on its feet once more put the Blood Bishop in an interesting situation. One at a time, the Ethisians quickly landed a hit of their choice on the Mutant. One would slide in with a punch, then another would slide in with a kick to its sides. Another would move in with two fists slamming its head, and another would attack with a series of kicks and stops. This process continued until the Blood Bishop got bored. Its previous Ethisian that was stuck in a web of Blood joined it in war, the Blood controlling its internal muscles. The Elite fought the Elite with the Blood Bishop killing the Elites one at a time. A stab to the chest, then a claw to its sides, and then a blow to its head. Those were the combinations of attacks it used, destroying the Ethisians quickly and swiftly. Those that charged came out with either a missing limb or head, and eventually, the tide of the war changed in favor of the Blood Bishop. Googlᴇ search 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽 Now wasn’t the time for it to lose and get knocked around like a rag doll. Instead, it was time for it to fight back and show the power it possessed. The power of a Blood God, and that was going to start with using powerful long-ranged attacks instead of killing them off one at a time. Raising its hands, the Blood Bishop’s body exploded with red energy engulfing those around it. The presence choked the Ethisians, including the one it had ’created’ by overriding its circulatory system. Like moths to a flame, if the flame sucked everything around it, the Ethisians surrounding the Blood Bishop were drawn in by the red aura and decimated into piles of ash, only their blood joining the red aura. The more blood the Mutant received, the larger and more violent its aura grew, and the more Ethisians died. The aura dispersed into a bright light of energy, containing chunks of blood ignited with the Blood Fire Skill. Those that stood in the way of the energy were burned, burned to the point where their bodies were no longer recognizable. Eronis, unfortunately, found herself in the energy’s direction which cost her the front sides of her arms. She was burned, but not out of the fight just yet. Eventually, the blast of energy, blood, and fire dispersed, but the Mutant was nowhere to be seen. Aside from that, the Ethisian numbers were now halved with all the Elite Ethisians no more. Now all that was left were the Grand Warrior Class, Commander, and a burned Eronis. "Looking for me?" Eronis raised her hands but saw no one. Immediately, her body was violently pushed and slammed into a wall of blood that appeared from nowhere. The Blood Bishop followed, hitting her again with another move. Preparing for another attack, it raised its leg and thrust it at her neck with the intent to kill. Just in time, Commander moved in swiftly and let his larger, stronger, and more durable body take the hits for Eronis, sparing her life in the process. The Blood Bishop’s leg and the Ethisian’s back cracked and bled a little. The exception was that one could regenerate immediately, and the other could not. In the midst of the battle, the Blood Bishop broke down all the Blood Spikes into a small lake of blood, letting all the impaled Ethisians die finally. Now, all the Ethisians present were caught in his pool of blood. There was nowhere to escape since the edges of the pool started to rise, blocking the multiple exits that were once present for them. The Ethisian’s hearts grew weary, a faint ray of hope which once burned in them no longer present. Their faith in themselves and their strengths vanished, all except for Commander and Eronis. There was a reason those two were chosen to command, and it was due to their bravery, courage, and will to never end a fight just for the sake. It was always kill or be killed, and if they were to die in this battle, so be it but they would be mistaken if someone thought that the fight would just end with either side alive. Someone needed to die, and someone needed to walk away victorious. "How I wished not to go to such measures," he gasped, his feet covered with the stickiness of its fallen comrade’s blood. With his eyes closed, Commander also engulfed his body with an aura, an orange one in color. His was smoother, calmer, and flowed much easier than the violent, raging one of the Blood Bishop. Slowly, his aura grew bigger, surrounding his body with a bright orange hue. Eronis did the same, her body being engulfed in the same color as his, only hers was slightly smaller and more pale given that she was a new learner compared to Commander. The Blood Bishop smiled, finally pleased that someone was taking the fight as seriously as he did. The moment he had been stalling for had arrived. A chance to see just how strong these Ethisians were. Of course, he was going to kill them, but he wanted to see how far he would go in a fight against them. "At last," the five voices returned, the blood underneath everyone’s feet reacting to the voice, taking the shape of tiny Blood Spikes. "Opponents worth my time. It is a good thing you did this. I didn’t know how long I’d have to keep stalling for." A simple raise of his hands above his head and all the Grand Warrior Class Ethisians found their bodies high in the air, supported by the Blood which shifted from a pool into a forest of Blood Spikes. They were all impaled, all except for commander and Eronis who were spared...for now. Surprisingly, in as much as the rest of the Ethisians were impaled, they weren’t killed just yet for the Blood Bishop wished for them to lay witness to what he was going to do to their leaders. "I am starting to wonder who’s truly stronger," Commander taunted, "our Blood Mutants versus you. Your strength is nothing compared to what I’ve seen them do. You haven’t done anything they can." "Give me a reason to then," the Mutant smiled, showing its ugly long teeth with its cheeks pressing on its eyes. "give me a reason and I will show you!!" Again, a cloud of ice and snow formed, a shockwave of energy bursting through the forest of Blood Spikes which brought all of them down, laying their victims to rest. Commander and Eronis lunged at the Blood Bishop, their speed so immense that it looked as though they were flying. The fight changed, the atmosphere grew more tense and it was felt by those around them...well at this point only the Granians were the ones left. An attack and shockwave exploded with the Blood Mutant’s hand restructuring back to its former self. Having taken on two hits from experienced Eneraflux users damaged its hand, a surprise for it since it had no knowledge of that power just yet. Still, it wasn’t enough to stop it but rather excited it the more. Smiling, laughing, cackling, and bellowing roaring grunts, the Blood Mutant ran with the Ethisians, exchanging blows so intense that the ground they were on broke, not cracked, but broke. And it wasn’t just simple breaks. It consisted of a series of canyon-sized cracks forming from the intensity of the fight’s pressure. A stronger shockwave emerged, sending the only two airborne individuals back on the ground. Skyler and Cherry, who had been watching in awe and fear of face, were struck back into the Granian Command Post by the shockwave, signifying that the battle wasn’t for them to witness. Now, they were in the presence of strength. Two Eneraflux Masters versus the Premature Blood God possessing a Blood Bishop’s body.