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PrinceAlexusXaviers brow furrowed once again and he opened his mouth for a rebuttle, but closed it soon after. Only to open it again, the glare on his brow lessening as he fought the onset of a smirk before closing his mouth again.
"Fuck off." he shot in reply, no longer hiding his smirk. Perhaps there was more to this man than a first look could see. Experience had taught him to separate arrogance and confidence and while this man oozed both of them. The man still held himself with surety. Even while knowing exactly who he was up against. Maybe the battle could even turn out...fun after all.
Taking in a deep breath Xavier tensed the muscles in his legs, lightly angling his upper body towards the man. Behind his back his right hand still collected blood, amassing over two handfuls in a jiggling mound in his palm. In an instant Xavier was mobile, using his left leg to throw him forward and causing him to accerlerate at an incredible rate towards Auz. Covering 43 of the remaining 50 paces in 4 bounds and 4 seconds. In the moment he first moved, so did the blood he held in his hand. Restructuring itself into the shape of a long rod, as there was not yet enough blood to create anything larger. The rod was 4 foot long and 1 inch thick when it took a solid metallic form, glistening with a dark red hue. Being held dead center at the 2ft mark so that only that exact amount would have to be hidden behind his back.
On the 4th bound he would land on his left foot, shifting his legs quickly so that his right was infront but not yet on the ground. With a quick thrust of his left leg Xavier slid himself along the ground the instant his right foot made contact, taking a wide stance himself while sliding an extra foot towards Auz. Putting him at a perfect striking distance with his 2ft reach.
As he slid Xavier would rotate his right wrist and arm to bring the rod into view, slamming it forward without any pull back. The metal shifting position of its own accord so that Xavier held thr very base of the rod instead of the center. Xavier Utlized the torque of his wrist to align the rod and add more power as he swung. Never once stopping his blood from feeding into the rod. The target would be the mans left hand side and a direct hit would surely crush at least the armor there. As even such a weakly initiated blow at Xaviers hand could surpass that of a master human striker.