"I refuse!"
Ishiki's voice bounced off in the throne room a few times and then everything went silent.
"What do you mean you refuse?" Kenji's voice was a little disappointed. Then he paused and chuckled.
"You can barely move," He said. "Your left arm is useless. Your right is barely functioning. You are bleeding badly and suffering from backlash of using your skill. You have nothing left to fight with." He took a single unhurried step forward. "I do not want to hurt you. But I need what is in your hand, and you do not have the means to stop me."
He took another step.
He reached out with the normal hand and his fingers extended toward Ishiki's fist.
The Divine Blood moved before Ishiki consciously told it to.
From his wrist, the black indestructible liquid surged and hardened into a spike between Kenji's reaching fingers and Ishiki's hand.
Kenji withdrew his hand. He looked at the spike and then at Ishiki.
