Kai stood tall amidst the slowly clearing mist, blood still swirling lazily around him like red ribbons caught in a breeze. His abdomen still ached from the wound he had sustained, but it had already knit shut. He let out a slow breath, wiping the side of his mouth with the back of his hand.
The pale man, Iancu, as he'd named himself, was still on the floor, pinned down by several thin strands of blood. But he wasn't groaning in pain or begging for mercy.
He was… chuckling?
"Splendid! Truly, thine artistry is unmatched!" Iancu burst out with a mad little clap, blood still dripping down his chin. "Oh, what a marvellous bout! I haven't been tossed about like that in centuries! Wait - decades? Months? Time is an illusion."
Kai narrowed his eyes, lifting a hand to dismiss the blood binds. "You're insane."
"Indeed," Iancu replied, sitting up without hesitation. His shoulder cracked as he rolled it. "But are we not all? To survive this world... madness is simply sanity adapted."
