Kai felt a rush as he watched blood dripping from Krane. His opponent seemed to be weakening, and he planned to make full use of it.
But just as he took a step forward to strike again, he paused.
"What the hell is he-?"
Krane calmly pressed a hand to his own arm, his eyes fluttering shut as if preparing for a nap. Kai squinted, watching warily. The air stilled.
Then he saw it.
His wounds began knitting themselves shut. Muscle slithered back into place, tendons reattaching like strands of thread, and split skin stretched and sealed with a soft, wet sound.
Kai cursed under his breath, a growl rumbling in his throat.
'Tch. Forgot this bastard could do that. That's going to make things annoying.'
The blood Krane had spilt had excited him. He'd already begun weaving it into his arsenal, planning on siphoning his blood dry that battering him as he had done against Dominique.
But now?
Now the wounds he had dealt the deranged man had disappeared as quickly as they had appeared.
