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With a wet slice the blade passes through Craven's body, but he doesn't seemed to mind at all. Flowing out from the severed sections is a thicker blood that seems to hold him in place, almost as if the body contained something, a mere shell. From that moment the glow about them seemed to cast a shadow across Craven's face that seemed to highlight his madness, and then it intensified. Everything was left as a crimson glow as the entire expanse was lifted up, pulling out and away from them. The ground seemed to have hardened tremendously and the dome had been completed.

When the glow faded Craven was nowhere to be seen, just a face, an image upon the walls of the eerily glowing dome. His form had sunk down into the blood and was carried away. Even now the blood was soaking through the ground to reinforce the already powerful and reinforced ground upon which Trei would most likely land. Any means of getting out would be a difficult thing to do, mostly as pressing against it would likely get one pwnt and most forms of teleportation and like abilities seemed nullified, as if the blood would catch the effect and turn it back.

Slice, slice, slice, slice....god damn slice was a horrible soda, and I'll be damned if that move wasn't a horrible waste of time. Helicopter Trei doesn't do too much, kinda like slicing through water. Oooooh, blade goes through and it closes up right after. Now THATS effective. Craven's face just kinda rolls across the blood and stares at Trei, "What the ******** are you doing?" Oh, and then theres the whole thing where the face then sprays blood at him in a cone.

((Wondering what you meant by speaking of monkeys. XD I just hadn't read yet.))

Yeah, a stab in the face is about that effective, if not less, not to mention it kinda gets blood all over his sword. Ew. As for the face, yeah, it did spray blood again, but two other faces were up above, spraying down to get that s**t all the ******** over him. w00t for bloodsplatter!

The most important detail to note would be that the blood from each spray had joined and now covered about one half of the floor, though in spots and blood splatter here and there. The blade dragged along, and the blood simply closed up behind it, leaving a thin layer upon the blade. The next assault comes not from the walls, but the blade as small tendrils of blood leap up to begin engulfing Trei's hand, a series of faces watching from the walls.

The blood flows up and starts coiling about his hand, trying to push between his fingers and the blade while also lurching up his arm. The section of the wall at which Trei has launched himself seemed to shift twofold, first launching a spray directly at him while stretching at his approach. There were two outcomes to this problem. The first would be that he would rebound back and have a fun bounce around the dome. The second would be that the stretching portion would break off and bubble around him, and stay with him.

The blood seems to linger in the air about him, the fragmented bubble falling away and leaving the blood as a fine mist. Breathing would be a very bad thing to do right now, and even if he could stop before he realized what was happening, the blood would coat him in a fine layer unless he could get it/himself away somehow. The dome seems to shift as Craven is seen bursting up from the top, tendrils of blood flowing from the wound about his middle to hold him up. These tendrils seem to pass through the dome and are clearly seen springing out from the closest points to Trei, reaching to connect with the blood covering his hand. On that note, while it may not press in around the blade easily, it does push up around his arm...and begin to squeeze.

Only a small bit coats Trei's front half, as yet too little to produce any significant effect. The blade is flung, grows wings, and stops, just like the sheathes had, but this one is pointy! Besides, even if it doesn't stop entirely, this b***h is going Doc Ock on his a**! Slap that s**t with a sticky tendril and have some real fun! The tendrils continue to track that hand, seeking to meet up with it as parts of the blood begin to solidify and press against his skin, gripping and trying to push inwards like teeth...

The tendrils and newly acquired blade pause for a moment as Craven's eye twitches. It is not in confusion, but in rage, two words bubbling up, "I. Tried." A flurry of motion would pass through Trei's field of vission before the blood about his arm seemed to explode. What had happened was that Craven not only dove back into the sphere, but had forced it into a wave directed at Trei. In his dive he had initiated a Bloodwalk, flowing through the blood of the sphere and linking up to the blood on Trei's arm through the harmony of the Song of Blood.

From here Craven would quite literallly be right in Trei's face, two tendrils from his midsection reaction to wrap around Trei while he thrust his hands forward to grab his skull and, if possible, push his thumbs into Trei's eyes. At a mere touch the sound of blood would fill his ears, a neverending pounding and rush of fluid as he seemed to be expanding and contracting all at once. This mere touch was trying to enforce the same status upon Trei that Craven held, trying to force his blood to attain a sort of sentient status and leap from his body.