Dremmick sidestepped a hammering blow from Grom just as he came within arms reach. His sidestep went low, forcing him to use his arms to flip himself back around to his feet. When he landed he drew his damaged arm back summoning the pool of blood he left behind him. Three crimson lances shot out of the puddle, leaving little to no blood behind where it was. Grom heard them hissing through the air and was able to dodge two before deflecting the third with his gauntlet. However, this left him a momentary widow of vulnerability, which Dremmick capitalized on. Dremmick quickly launched his rope dart and it burried into the hulking figure's left arm, not where he was aiming but it would have to do. He then hopped p and yanked against the rope, launching himself forward, wielding a long blade that formed of of his right palm. His blade was just starting to make contact with the executioner's side everything came to a halt, starting with his face. Grom caught Dremmick by the head as he was flying toward him. The masive hand engulfed Dremmick and the strain on his neck was anything but comfortable.
"You should have ran with the others, worm. I will make this place your grave." He then clenched his hand putting an emencse amount of pressure on Dremmick and then slammed him head first into the ground, only to toss him back up and launch him with a bone shattering punch. When Dremmick crashed into a wall, he wasnt surprised to find another spear with an odd purple ribbon buried in his gut. He started to cough up blood as he got up, the spear falling out by itself.
"You seem to forget...Grom..," Dremmick's body was starting to have a black haze around it. Slowly, he was fixing himself, but no completely. "A blood mage is most dangerous... when it bleeds." From his body a red crimson armor started to from, much like the armor seen on a knight. a long lance formed at his right hand. "COME" He taunted. Grom took the bait, he charged in full throttle. Dremmick lifted his let arm and opened his palm. "BLOOD SALVO" and immediately bolts of energy traded for blood were shot from his hand, blasting away at Grom and the terrain around him. When he stopped his arm drew back and recharged while he blood quickly replenished. Grom, now heavily injured, was still charging, enraged and in a frenzy. Dremmick charged at the man for a second time, this time however, he used his lance to pole vault up in the air. once in the air and above Grom he turned and transferred all the armor to his lance, making it larger and heavier, and threw it down at the behemoth below. It struck home. The man was hit directly in the heard and died shortly after. All the excess blood outside of Dremmick's body quickly evaporated away as Dremmick went unconscious in midair and fell to the ground. He had used an excess amount of magic and blood, causing him not to be able to create blood fast enough for himself. On top of that, it seemed that there was poison on that last spear and it seemed he lost his medical bag somewhere during the struggle.