My Blood Wizard System
Seras steps forward, Blazing Wukong already flickering.
Seras:
“Try it.”
The fight is instant and brutal.
Seven ancient sorcerers versus one storm queen, her coyote, her sun, her fox, her oni twins, and one very pissed-off four-hundred-year-old monk.
We hold.
Barely.
I’m bleeding from a cut on my arm that won’t close (their blades are made of the same black glass as the feather).
Remy takes a hit meant for me and goes down hard, ribs cracking.