The bloodseeker held his sacrificial blade under Genocide's chin and growled at him low and long. Feathers wavered over tense muscle as he stood poised, reading the extent of Genocide's wounds. Like an animal judging its prey, he said nothing in reply. In mere moments, Strygwyr would decide what to do with Genocide's neck. 

A screech sounded behind him and Strygwyr dodged aside. The dark one had clearly made up its mind and was charging forward sword first. Just then, only a few feet away from Genocide the sword took on a bright glow and froze in mid air. The attack was stopped, and no matter how many times the dark one may have tried to swing it, it would simply get stuck in the air against Genocide. The sword would not allow itself to be used against a surrendered opponent.