"Magnus!" Leiko yelled, but he was in no better shape.
The Beast King had abandoned all hope for survival seeing as the two were able to counter and corner it so well, It has its pride and so it chose to take both with him. He lunged at Leiko through the steam. Leiko felt the "rhythm," but the air was filled with shattered glass that his reflexes were lagging. The Beast King's tail, encrusted with razor-sharp ice, slammed into Leiko's ribs with a sickening crunch.
Leiko was sent skidding across the floor of the domain space, blood coughing from his lips, his bare chest a sight of shallow, freezing cuts.
"Still... breathing..." Leiko wheezed, pushing himself up. A frenzy in his blood began to activate, something innate to the people of Björn when they saw their own blood or enemies blood, a smile came upon his face as the pain exploded into pleasure.
