There was a miss in the rhythm of the swords for a split second, before it continued on with its usual rhythm yet to Blade's trained ear, the miss could mean one of two things. The day-walker started to hope that Ha'Dre would somehow win and he would survive but uncertainty was a large part of his thoughts.
Minutes went by during which the battle did not slow in the least. Attacks from both sides were becoming more and more vicious not to mention the misses were becoming more frequent but the battle was not about to end just there.
Dragen watched with weak knees as the God fought the daughter-in-law he had thought dead long ago. His mind was a blur with questions. Why had she come back? How did she get in? What drove her to interfere with his business? Had she turned over a new leaf when centuries ago she would have been ready to kill the day-walker, just to prove she could? Or perhaps this master of hers had brought her back to life to cause him trouble? The absence of answers made him wary. The head-vampire sat down heavily in his chair and let himself sink into it as he watched the blur of movements of the battle below with almost disinterest. The old vampire's eyes drifted to Blade who stood by the side of the ring, holding his hand to his side to keep as much blood as he could from spilling. Had he not been troubled by the fight, Dragen would have licked his lips at the sight of the slayer's life-blood but he was all too worried about an outcome that he could not influence.
Another miss.
A scream.
A flash of red light.
The two combatants separated. Ha'Dre stood on one side and the Blood-God on the other. The woman was smeared in blood yet standing tall and proud. The God on the other hand held his hand to his heart, staring at the woman with dim eyes. Blood seeped from his fingers and slowly dripped down his chest.
"I call thee to thy death God of the Blood," said the woman. The amulet around her neck glowed an angry red. Its glow slowly encompassed all of her as she made her way closer and closer to the God.
Blade stared wide-eyed. Things couldn't be that simple. He had fought this Thing before and slicing its head off didn't even phase it so how could this hybrid do it so easily? His eyes followed her movements as she walked over to her opponent and sliced off the vampire's head. There was another flash of intense red light and seconds later, there were only two people in the ring, Blade and Ha'Dre.
Dragen stood up quickly and glared at Ha'Dre half-heartedly who said something in old vampiric. The old-vampire's face changed and contorted into controlled anger.
Fifteen minutes later, Blade passed out in Ha'Dre's car as she drove them away from the arena that had kept the slayer at bay for weeks. La Magra was gone, taken care of, and Dragen now knew that his years were numbered.