"That's more like it, boy," The Butcher smiled as he heard the boy asking for blood. "Ask and ye shall recieve, let's see what happens when you really let loose." The Bucther hadn't suffered much from the boy's attacks, a few scratches of vary severity, but nothing that would be a hinderance to him. He lifted his blade to, which he shifted into it's hand-cannon form aiming it at one of the nesrby houses, where people were looking outside to see what was going on. 

A pull of the trigger, a streak of black, a cry in the night, then a split-second of desthly silence followed immediately by a loud boom as part of the house exploded, the corner, which brought the rest of the house down as well. The Butcher walked over to the mangled mess, sniffing the air before he found whag he was looking for. Reaching into the rubble he pulled out a man that was barely clinging to life, with several stakes in his body, taking a second to make sure he was conscious before tossing him at the feet other half-grimm. "There is your blood, take it and show me who you truly are, or else you'll find yourself in the very unpleasant condition of being my new toy. Funny thing about toys, they are always the most fun to play with right before they break."

[@Sagitarius] Be free to tell me how much I suck for taking so long.