Shou Ren draws forth a dagger. Chanting, he pricks his wrist, and blood drips down. He continues to chant, and the blood dissolves into a scarlet mist and rises upwards, congealing into the form of a scythe. As Jonathan attacks, the scythe whirls and flashes through the air, parrying and riposting with blinding speed.
The scythe sinuously obliterates the rapids; shreds the gaze of the iron so fast that it painfully averts the punch of the star! *yen*