[b]Flame[/b]
Shadow Hold

The skies look grim. The fleet of ships moved back but Karnariel has gone and attacked Valkyrie. Lexianna looks spent and it looks like everyone else is still trying to pull survivors of the first barrage together. I'm still unsteady but someone has to back Karnariel. 

I yank my daggers from their sheaths on my thighs and slit each palm. Concentrating on the fight above, I wait. My own blood trickles out and forms a ball at my side, ready to assist. My breathing deepens and I allow my senses to sharpen until I feel [i]it[/i]. Her blood. I can use it.

It's difficult to sense all of her blood, I'm sure due to distance and fatigue, but I can sense some and that's enough for now. The blood I can sense, hardens under my command. I yank it straight from her veins. The blood sticks out of the body like barbs, skewering in several directions before liquifying again and dripping down to me. Her blood forms a second ball at my side. Now I'm armed, and ready.