Rain proured from the sky in buckets, but failed to wash away the crimson essence that coated Sanguis' sword. Hearing commotion in the distance he traveled toward the noise, he hadn't realised how far he had gone during his battle. As he moved forward he came across a man, hands and legs frozen to the ground, and was fighting to break free. Nel's work I beleive. Well I guess I'll kill him now, don't want him coming back with a grudge. Sanguis used his already blood stained weapon to remove the man's hand which was then sealed in ice to prevent bleeding. If he is in peril then he will certainly break out so it would be best if he couldn't weild a sword. Then Sanguis formed an orb of the fresh water falling from the sky and moved it so it engulfed the head of the man.
"You can try to drink it but the rain will always refill it so unless you can drink it all in one gulp I wouldn't even try," and there he was let to suffacate. Finally reaching the battle Sanguis saw an intense battle was currently being fought. Cyr and the leader of the group that had attacked them seemed to be the main fighters, but Niola seemed to pitch in some help and Nel just stood on the sidelines with worry in her eyes. Climbing into a nearby tree Sanguis sat observing the conflict with violet eyes as he cleaned his sword.
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