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Zarock swung his hand sending blood flying onto him as he made it to the edge of the arena zarock appeared in front of him dropping down with a sword now gleaming red

Maeko sidestpped and landed on the side of the wall. Through improvisation he started running along the stone structure and eventually made it to the other edge of the arena. He pushed off of the wall and with great speed came hurtling towards Zarock with his swords now turned into a spear and heading towards him at an ever increasing speed.

Zarock laughed showing up underneath him his clothes were now blood free as he kicked upwards at his chest.

A cough escaped Maeko as he flew up, regaining his composure mid-air he changed his spear into a great hammer. While slowly falling he gained more speed and turned on his back, initiating a flip before hitting the ground, he aimed to make the steel hammer catch the silver haired man squarely in the jaw.

Zarock smiled looking up at him as he was gone right before the hammer hit being in the position where he originally got cut "Come on you gotta try harder then that to beat a blood lord"

Maeko had now flipped, being carried by the extreme weight of the hammer to what was behind him, slamming the ground. He said no words as the hammer glowed and shrunk back down to the dual blades. Maeko released a barrage of attacks towards Zarock, giving him no chance to retaliate, delivering blow after blow which he hoped to at least draw blood from the man with.

He stood there his red eyes had a great glow to them as blood splattered acrossed the arena and he grabbed both blades "Thank you my good friend you have given me multiple areas to attack from haven't you figured out my secret yet" he said as he vanished remaining gone this time

Maeko now glanced across the field, his dual blades now changed into a scythe, which he held at the ready. The teen's hair blew back and forth in the fitful wind, his clothes doing the same. He turned in a circle, eyeing every square centimeter of the field, which was empty, dust blowing in the wind.

He would feel a pair of hands on his feet as he slowly got dragged underground

Maeko scratched at the ground as he fell and started getting dragged under. His arms were still aboveground and he now had the scythe dug into the dry dirt of the arena, he panted quickly looking at the the ground where the rest of his body was not visible.

Zarock formed from the blood on the other side his body looked like pure blood till he stood up the blood surrounding him attacked with a set of blood weapons of various sizes and shapes

Maeko screamed in agony at the searing pain coming from his lower body. He pulled himself from the ground with what energy he had, he laid facedown on the ground. His legs and loweer absomen bloodied and riddled with many stab wounds. He managed to stand on his fet wearily, the same position from earlier was taken, it still burned but her looked over the fact. Tears streaamed down his face and soon stopped as he strafed the arena.

Zarock walked over to him and put one hand on him as blood filled his body and his wounds healed "Good battle brother but you know it takes a blood lord to kill a blood lord or his weapon" He said smiling "My weapon was un able to be grabbed till I first bled admit defeat"

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Maeko slowly turned the arena silently as he held his sword low. He chuckled at Zarock's words and flung himself at the man, initiating a downward slash with all his power at the man, the trajectory it traveled downward left a blue trail behind it. He had his eyes closed as he initiated the attack and backed away quickly opening his eyes to check if he had connected in any critical way.

Zarock sighed and stayed in place but no damage was done "A mere kitty can not scratch a blood Lord my brother is five times stronger then you too and he is still nothing more then a kitty"

Maeko glowed with a blue aura as he ran to Zarock, swinging his now transformed Claymore towards him, the blade nicked his shoulder the first swing but the second had stopped in the middle of the swing. A grin grew on his face as Maeko looked at the sight, his eyes glowed with bloodlust, the natural red of his eyes projected, the great sword had been lodged into his midsection, the ribs. Maeko pulled the sword to the left, through the rest of the flesh and bone, hoping to rend Zarock in half and deal a critical blow.