OOC(FINALLY...I was pushing for that. Thank you.)

Whistling through the air, the spear catches Oketsu off guard, this sudden attack coming from what he thought was a doomed foe. In mid-spell, no less, the blood mage has little time to block and zero time to dodge. With the gut-wrenching sound of meat being cleft in twain, the spear tip pierces his pale chest, shattering the bones of his rib cage and punching a hole out through his back. The momentum of the spear hurls the scarlet stained fiend backwards, yanking his arm from the puddle of his own blood, breaking his spell. The giant hand holding Yuwain shatters into a shower of blood that evaporates into the air as a soft red mist. As the pale man slams into the ground, the force of his fall slams the spear tip into a crack in the pavement, transfixing him to the spot.

Many of the crimson flames die away, leaving only regular smoldering carnage and a few sanguine puddles. One such pool spreads like a blooming rose from Oketsu, petals flowering in great rivulets from his bare chest in a steady pulse. All trace of his aura has subsided, yet the blood keeps coming showing that his heart is steadily pumping away despite at least one of his lungs clearly being pierced. In the distance, the first sirens can be heard fighting through the traffic to try and bring aid, a few helicopters hovering clear of the smoke heralding they're coming.

It seems as though the deadly struggle is at last over. Those who have not fled this scene of carnage begin to peep from their hiding places. All eyes turn to the psychopath that has caused so much blood shed...so easily brought down by the beast-mans spear.

Too easily?

"Αιματηρός Συγκομιδή"

The whisper seems to come from every direction, followed by a pulse audible over the wail of the distant sirens. An almost visible wave of force expands from the dying mans chest. The rich gushing krovvy reverses its flow, leaping and rushing back into the hole in the creatures cavity. Not just his blood but the ichor that drenches the pavement from his many victims, and some from those who yet live ,trickles quickly over the ground surging into the prone body. The body twitches, spasming, as it slowly begins to rise, sliding along the length of the spear. As the body jerks up the length of the shaft, leaving flecks of dripping gore like glittering rubies, the body hangs limply floating in the air.

The grizzly process continues until, at last, with the terrible hollow sound of the spear pulling free from the exit wound, a semblance of control seems to return to the body. It crouches on all fours like a beast, standing atop the tip of the spear, hair now hanging like limp rags before the horrid creatures face. "I told you already...I am not a warrior...I am just a weapon...without a wielder..." The head twitches, bones cracking in the creatures neck and all down the length of his spine as black tendrils spread and twine from his shoulders. The barbed tendrils twist and bend into a strangely familiar shape...like the wings of a dragon or some strange bird rendered in ink.

"Let me show you just what I mean." The black wings spread wide and the creature stands jerkily atop the spear like a dangling marionette. A sudden pulse of crimson light engulfs Oketsu's right arm. Torrents of vermilion energy course down the length of the arm, stretching from the body in a long sinuous flame. The energy consolidates itself, collapsing, shaping itself into the form of a sword. From the air the energy begins to draw matter to itself. Iron from blood, dust from bones, scraps of shed skin, and old leather. Lastly a clutch of disheveled crows feathers flies into the mix.

In a blinding pulse of blood-light, a massive kris bladed sword, easily seven feet long from serpentine tip to jeweled pommel, takes form in Oketsu's right hand. The feathers form a pair of raven wings closed round the sword hilt that spread wide, revealing a leering vampiric skull, hollow eye sockets set with flashing garnet-like jewels. The sword, the Blood Reaver, roars in a voice filled with rage and hunger. Or is it it's wielder? It's impossible to say.

All that can be said is that Oketsu rises, sword first into the air, wings spread as if mimicking his sword. He rises into the thick clouds of smoke, disappearing from view. The steady thumping of the chopper blades above is suddenly silenced...as six burning hulks crash into the traffic below. Each as they fall, for not can be said of the wreckage that results from their impact, can just barely be seen to be perfect halves of a helicopter. Falling swiftly with them, as if seeking to impale Yuwain in kind, plummets the Blood Reaver sword slicing through the smoke. Oketsu trails languidly behind.

"DIE!"