Ocean couldn't help but take small offense to the phrase "... Make your blood boil." He grew a smile behind his mask as the stranger charged forward, looking rather like a ninja. Oh the culture clash. Monk against ninja, two of the most powerful oriental fighters in history. Monks have been said to cause avalanches, and ninjas take forever and a day to train, and then they're untouchable. China and Japan don't like each other anyway, as ironic as it is. There was that Rape of Nanjiing and whatnot.

The thing here was this, however. Ocean was a legit monk, this poser was a knock-off. Ocean was water, this kid was fire. There could only ever be one outcome with this fight, scuffle, blah. That outcome, would be the victory of Ocean... So with that in mind.

Ocean laughed at the charge and feint end to his right as the ground under his attacker was turned to ice. Ocean quickly bent over to retrieve a shard of something and cut his thumb. Blood immediately poured out, enough to make a makeshift blade in his hand, then the cut closed. Ocean had about fifteen minutes until he was hit with Nausea, then another five to be normal again.

Structural holes appeared in the crystallized blade of blood as to make it longer without using more blood, and it curled and straightened slowly and undulating like a crystalline tentacle before he focused and hardened it to it's strongest state, then rushed back towards the stranger but had already shifted his footwork so he would immediately fall away from the man if he needed to.