The rooftop battlefield erupted into a frenzy of violence as Damien, his pride wounded, retaliated with savage fury. His ice-encased fist connected with Blake's jaw, the impact resonating like a thunderclap. Blake's head snapped back, blood spraying from his mouth as he skidded across the rain-slicked concrete, leaving a red trail in his wake.
But Blake was far from done. He sprang to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of blood and broken teeth. His eyes blazed with unholy rage as he charged at Damien, his fist coated in a swirling vortex of hardened blood.
"Is that all you've got, you frozen fuck?" Blake roared, driving his blood-enhanced fist into Damien's stomach.
The impact shattered Damien's ice armor, sending razor-sharp shards flying. Damien doubled over, gasping, but quickly straightened up, a maniacal grin spreading across his face.
"Oh, I'm just getting started, boy," Damien snarled. He grabbed Blake's arm, ice spreading rapidly to encase it. "Tell me, how old is little Celena now? Has she started school yet?"
Blake's face contorted with pure, unadulterated hatred. With a primal scream, he headbutted Damien, his forehead colliding with the bridge of Damien's nose. There was a sickening crunch as cartilage and bone gave way.
Blood gushed from Damien's shattered nose, but he laughed through the pain. "Struck a nerve, did I?" he taunted, driving his knee into Blake's ribs with bone-crushing force.
Blake felt something crack inside him, but the pain only fueled his rage. He unleashed a flurry of blood-infused punches, each impact leaving crater-like bruises on Damien's flesh. "Don't you ever talk about my daughter, you sick bastard!"
The two vampires became a whirlwind of destruction, trading blows with inhuman speed and strength. Blood and ice flew in all directions, painting the rooftop in a grotesque mural of their battle.
Damien formed a massive ice hammer, bringing it down on Blake's shoulder with a sickening crunch. Blake howled in pain but didn't falter. He retaliated by creating a blood spear, driving it through Damien's thigh.
The building shook with the force of their combat. On the seventh floor, glasses rattled and pictures fell from walls. Patrons looked up in confusion, some beginning to worry about structural damage.
Back on the battlefield, Blake had Damien pinned against the rooftop's edge. The ice vampire's body was a mess of broken bones and torn flesh, struggling to knit itself back together.
"Time to end this," Blake growled. He stepped back, his blood swirling around him in a furious vortex. It coalesced into a massive, wickedly sharp scythe, its edge gleaming with an otherworldly light.
But as Blake swung the scythe in a killing arc, Damien's body suddenly dispersed into a cold mist, the weapon passing harmlessly through the vaporous form.
Blake froze, his senses on high alert. The mist swirled around him, obscuring his vision and masking any sound or scent. He strained his ears, trying to pinpoint Damien's location.
Suddenly, he felt a shift in the air behind him. Blake spun, his scythe at the ready, just as Damien burst from the mist, face contorted with fury.
"Bingo," Blake muttered, a grim smile spreading across his face.
With lightning speed, he thrust the scythe forward, impaling Damien through the chest. The ice vampire's eyes widened in shock and pain. Before he could react, Blake dropped the scythe and grabbed Damien's head with both hands.
"Goodbye, you frozen piece of shit," Blake snarled, and with a savage twist, he tore Damien's head clean off his shoulders.
Blake stood there, panting, Damien's head in his hands. He felt a grim satisfaction, thinking it was finally over.
But then, movement caught his eye. From behind him, another Damien was approaching, a massive ice sword in his hands. This Damien stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes fixed on the decapitated body at Blake's feet.
Blake whirled around, confusion etched on his face. "What the-"
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