The Last Blood Mage

Working with Bloodhound

Despite the dagger lodged in her back, the elf's movements remained remarkably graceful as she danced and weaved through her assailants. Her agility and elegance were undeniable, even in the face of such dire circumstances. Yet, the assailants seemed to have tapped into an uncanny speed, moving with an almost supernatural quickness that made it increasingly difficult for her to evade their attacks.

As Xander's mind grappled with Bloodhound's peculiar concern for the elf, their internal dialogue carried a sense of urgency and tension.

"Do something before they skewer her," Bloodhound's voice urged, an unusual note of urgency threading through the usually bloodthirsty tone.

"Why do you care about her, you bloodthirsty fiend?" Xander questioned, skepticism lacing his words.

"You said I'm a fractured part of you. So the bloodthirsty fiend is you," Bloodhound's response was laced with an unexpected nuance.

Pushing aside the baffling exchange, Xander's attention remained focused on the unfo