"There you are."
Alexandra glanced at the dark-red symbol hovering beside her status.
Bloodscent Lock pulsed in time with the blood running down her arm. NineLivesLeft had not merely wounded her. He had turned the wound into a beacon.
"You needed my blood before those stolen senses could follow me?" she asked.
"I needed a target lock." His nostrils flared once, drawing in a scent the rain could not wash away. "Your footwork won't shake me now."
Kumoe's middle head released a green pulse.
Warmth spread over Alexandra's arm, easing the sting as her HP began climbing. The cut narrowed beneath the restoration, but a thin line of blood remained. Every time the flesh tried to seal completely, Bloodscent Lock throbbed and forced the wound open again.
NineLivesLeft watched the effect with open interest.
"So the middle head can heal you directly. Good to confirm."
"She isn't a collection of effects."
"Everything in here runs on a system."
