[Funkduder]

"Another blood fighter??" He slashed Pink back, knocking her out of the flails momentum. He was shocked enough that he forgot to stop the flail with his blood and dove out of the way as the flail nicked his shoulder, dislocating it, and sending him to the ground. As he got up, he relocated his shoulder using his other arm with a wince. Checking his medical status, he knew that using the blood any longer could be fatal. He was vengeful, but not reckless. He'd have to work with the remain blood he had in order to buy enough time to patch himself up.
"It's a great day to be human, ain't it? Although, I couldn't really call myself too human anymore," he called out while pulling out a vial. It looked invisible to the naked eye, but as he opened it and poured the invisible contents onto his arm, nanobots worked to repair his arm. He needed to buy one minute to fully heal it.
Hitting a button on the handle of the flail, its chain retracted, and after in became a simple mace he tossed to the side, and focused both hands on his sword, taking a defensive position. "What are you, anyhow?"