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You're right, of course. And that daunting realization pushes away the scent of blood and the sight of your kill for just a moment as the grip on my blade loosens. Human blood is still human blood, I cannot spill it. I'm forced backwards by your presence; losing all the ground I'd covered. As I step back, I left the silver blade fall from my own hands, looking up into your crimson red eyes as my hood falls back. "I don't need to spill your blood," I throw back, wings spreading to make myself look bigger. My hands come out in front of me as I hold my ground, feet no longer moving backwards. Maybe I'm a little foolish and younger than the others of my kind, but I couldn't find it in me to step back from your obvious taunting.