There were no guards stationed at the medical tent, there was never a reason for them. Adam healed himself to stop the heavy bleeding and pointed out the tent. “Get the hell out of here.” he barked at his nurses.

Aaron slowly licked his fingers. “It’s just like his! Perfect blood. No. More than perfect. It’s just like Ice Cream!”

Adam grimaced as he looked at the man. There was no mistaking who he was facing. The how, why, and all the other questions would have to wait. He pulled out a small marble from his pocket and threw it at the ground. A blinding explosion filled the tent, throwing Aaron backwards.

He was dazed. Aaron stood up and the ringing sound filled his ears. “What the hell.” He muttered, but he could barely hear his own voice.

Once his vision stopped spinning, he noticed he was alone in the tent. “Damn it, he got away!” Aaron controlled the leftover blood and some of his own. “I hate cat and mouse games. Why do they always try and run!”

He marched out of the tent. It was obvious where the doctor ran away to. Aaron can smell the blood. It was an Ability of his afterall.

He walked as if he belonged. Nobody came toward him as he went to the largest group of people. As he walked, small batches of blood floated toward him. Aaron had the feeling he would need to put in some effort into this kill.

A blade protruded from his chest. He looked down as it was twisted and pulled out of him. Blood covered him in an instant, blocking the next swipe that was aimed at his neck.

Aaron turned to see several dark clothed individuals, all wearing that same dark green armband.

“He has a Shielding Power! Jon get him!” One of them shouted

A man with a gun became obvious as a blue energy surrounded it. “Eat this dickhead!”

Cold energy engulfed Aaron. It lasted only a moment as his [Blood Armor] skill worked its magic. He looked and both saw and tasted the newest foe. “Another one! Oh an early birthday gift! Benji would be so proud of me for making new friends.”

“Target still alive.” Jonathan shouted. “Engage with intent for killing that bastard!”

Eight men jumped toward Aaron. Yet they were slow. Their movements are filled with extra effort. Aaron slashed his blood whip in an arc, cutting each of them. It wasn’t a deadly strike, he wasn’t aiming to kill this time.

Blood poured out of their wounds and surrounded him intime to protect from an array of weapons.

He then blasted the blood outward in spikes. No longer useful after using such an attack, he gathered more from his own body, forming it into a pair of short swords. Energy flooded the weapons, and he started to kill them all. Another cold blast pierced through his armor and pierced his left arm.

“Hey fuck face. Congrats on surviving my first attack. Good luck surviving what happens next.”

Jonathan’s gun’s end grew outward and a large ball of energy formed at its end. Aaron dashed toward Jonathan in a blink of an eye, moving faster than normal. His blood weapon turned into a sword and he aimed it at Jonathans’ chest. He thrusted forward, piercing into his body.

The body dissolved into shadows, and Jonathan’s voice came from behind Aaron. “Damn you’re fast. Not fast enough.”

A high pitched sound was all Aaron heard as another cold blast engulfed him. “Why does it have to be ice! I want to eat ice cream, not become it! Wouldn’t that be funny? An Aaron flavored ice cream?”

More blasts shot at him, but Aaron ducked and weaved through them all. More men started to pounce onto him. Yet, their blood fueled him more.

This was his power. The more enemies, the stronger he became. The ultimate power was the ultimate life force. Blood.

He killed three more green armband foes, their own red life essence working to kill their fellow men and women.

Aaron threw blood spikes toward Jonathan, and a few of them did hit him this time. “No more illusions? Good, I can kill you faster now.”

Aaron danced as more and more tried to get at him. Every attack he suffered, he simply used the attacker's own blood to heal himself.

However, he noticed more and more people coming. What started off as less than a dozen, was about to become over two dozen. He needed to end this quickly. “I played with my food too much today, it seems.”

He thrusted forward with a bloody spear and Jonathan dodged it. “You Fucking-! Okay hot shot. You die now!”

Jonathan pulled out a smaller handgun, and it glowed with purple energy. The concussive force threw Aaron backward as he flipped in the air to land on his feet, he noticed he was surprisingly not surrounded. The attack left him with a chunk of flesh missing near his left shoulder.

He grabbed his shoulder and hissed at Jonathan. Aaron turned to attack the next random person who was going to come from behind, but he saw he was mostly alone. Jonathan jumped back and stood next to two others. The healer from before, who’s wound was essentially gone now. And a man with two swords.

Jonathan grumbled. “Took you long enough to show up. Where’s the brother killer?”

“I left him to defend the south wall. I trust him to deal with it, what’s up with this guy that is causing you problems?”

Aaron licked his lips and continued to heal himself with spare blood. He kept a stream of blood weaving around him, ready to strike at any time.

“He is strong. Maybe stronger than you…” Jonathan said to Mark.

Mark pointed one of his swords at Aaron, “Give up.” The swordsman said. “You die either way, but if you give up, I’ll let you have any final requests to a certain point.”

“Let’s just kill him already! The three of us can kill any Beginner rank beast without a sweat. This guy is probably brand fucking new Apprentice rank.” Nobody moved to attack the blood mage however.

Aaron couldn’t resist. He loved the moment too much. “Awww, you should listen to that one.” He pointed at the gunman. “Not killing me now is a dangerous move.”

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“Pray tell why, if you are so confident it’s a bad move.” The swordsman said. The gunman raised his gun to shoot, but was stopped by a single raised hand. “Wait Jon. He can’t do anything with the five of us here.”

Aaron just laughed internally. “Because, right now, I’m healing from all my wounds. All those men and women that died trying to kill me? Their blood is now mine and-”

A freezing blast of cold once again. “Die!”

“Jon damn it, stop! I want to know why he attacked us.” Mark looked at the Blood Mage. “Aaron is your name. I know you. You know Benjiman. Our brother. Did you kill him?”

Adam nodded next to Mark. “Yes, I recognized him now. He is Aaron Kinko. Serial Killer over in Europe. Over thirty confirmed kills. He was Benjiman’s main subject to further learn human psyche, or lack of it. Also, he is assumed to be a descendent of Jack the Ripper, or so he claims.”

Aaron smiled. “Oh you know me so well. You even know of my ancestor! It’s important to know your history.” Aaron pulled out the decaying head of Benjamin. “I should do you a favor and give you a good family reunion!”

The three brothers all grew very quiet. Mark’s hands hook with rage. “At least I can get revenge for him.” In a flash all three brothers moved at once.

They had trained together every since that first week The System came to their world. Mark moved in with twin ice blades and was blocked by a larger blood sword.

Blue light surrounded him as he continued to move around Aaron and kept his focus on him. Adam continued to use his buff spell on his eldest brother, he put a hand on Jonathan and healed him before he too joined the fight.

Occasional gunshots poked at Aaron, but few made it through the blood armor. It didn’t look like much more than red colored leather armor. Yet, it was strong enough to defend against the weaker attacks.

“Awww, did I hit a sore spot?” Aaron taunted and then once again started to move. He went for their most injured member, the gunman. They didn’t expect him to move this fast, or were too slow.

Aaron extended his sword into a spear, the extra length was a surprise and he landed an attack on his thigh. Instantly he was beseached by a blinding ray of light from Adam. The dance continued between all of them.

“Fuck, he’s strong!” Jonathan complained. “Should we move to Plan D?”

Mark swept blades to the side as a wave of ice washed over Aaron slowing him down. “Not yet! Give it time. Keep the others back, nobody else can stand against him. Only us three can take him, or anyone else high enough level.”

Aaron formed his twin blades once again, the blood being used stronger due to the sources. Both swords slashed forwards cutting both his melee asailents. He didn’t hold anything back. Aaron smiled the entire time. Enjoying this endeavor.

There were years of practicing fighting. Blades, all aspects of his body, small hammers, broken bottles, all of it. They were all used at least once throughout his murderous years.

Yet, he used any chance he could to also attack the two ranged attackers. There was a flaw in their plan. Mark wasn’t able to properly hold his focus. With his ability to control blood, he can use ranged attacks and wear down Jonathan or Adam.

Aaron allowed Mark to get close to him, exploding his [Blood Armor] outward and stabbing Mark with spikes. He then stepped sideways and ran toward Jonathan. He shoved the gunsideways with his hand, forming a blood dagger with his other. He slashed at him, catching the thin armor.

Jonathan dropped his gun in favor of his shorter swords. Yet, inexperienced was obvious with the way he fought with them.

Aaron shoved the blades aside and created his two swords again. He used them as a pair of scissors, and sliced through Jonathan’s right arm. Flesh and bone was cut and more blood was now his.

“Jon No!” Adam called out and ran to put a hand on him to stop the bleeding.

Mark cursed, “Back off of him. He’s MINE!” He screamed as an aura erupted from him.

A compulsion enveloped Aaron. A desire. He wanted, no, needed to fight the swordsman. He turned to him and started to only focus upon him.

He wasn’t stupid, it was obviously some sort of technique, but now it was a one versus one. Aaron swapped his two bloody swords for his preferred blood whip weapon. The disembodied arm was next to him so he picked it up, “Need a hand?”

Mark was on top of Aaron in a single step. His swords were longer, completely covered in ice. He became a whirlwind of attacks, slashing through the blood whip when they could, or Aarons own body.

This wasn’t a one sided fight, Aaron fought on equal footing. He dished out just as many attacks, if not more it seems. He could recover during the battle. That was his path. Putting everything into his body. Bones, Blood, Muscles, all of it was enhanced by every stat point of his.

Jonathan and Adam stepped away from the fight. “Fuck it hurts!”

“Calm breaths. I’ll heal you. Hold on!” Adam tried to stay calm with his words, but a worry was seeping into his voice. “Just how strong is this guy to stand up against all three of us?! Mark, you better be able to stop this bastard…”

He glanced around. The few people watching were too weak. Nobody could stand up against him. They needed Beth, maybe Mathew too. Adam reached into his bag and pulled out a small flare. He shot it into the air, a blue light arced into the sky.

“Beth is coming. I just hope Mathew does too. We never told him anything.” Adam said in defeat.

He glanced over as he watched Mark and Aaron duke it out. From his perspective,Mark was starting to gain an advantage. His attacks were slowing the movements down of Aaron. Ice built up around his body, even across his blood armor.

Yet, there was the unmistakable smile on Aaron’s face. The smile that only someone who knew something would have. Mathew felt uneasy, but didn’t make a move. He had plenty of his own cards to keep hidden. He glanced and saw the crowd building up around them.

“You know, you should probably have help in this fight. I wouldn’t want you to die too early. I’m starting to enjoy myself!”

Mark gritted his teeth as he used another power of his. A nova of frost emanated from him, similar to Agnox’s own [Flare] spell. Even Mathew was hit by it slightly, but the effects didn’t bother him that much, just sent a cold shiver across his body.

Aaron’s blood whip whirled around and a snap was heard as Mark’s armor was cracked. Blood poured from his newest wound. That same blood just added to Aaron’s arsenal.

Mark jumped back and threw [Mana Bolts] forward, assaulting Aaron from a range. His buff wasn’t going to last forever. He needed to end this fast, or hold out long enough for help to come.

Once the buff ended, he was going to be exhausted. Mark focused his mind and returned to an offensive assault. "I have to end this now."