I charge swiftly and suddenly. I jump up. I slam my cursed sword into one of the guards. Vox Machina charges. Another guard charges at me. I place my sword down. I use my blood magic to freeze him where he stood.

"What...?" He yelps.

They all look at me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Percy asks.

"Blood Maledict." I say.

I take up my sword. I slam it into his chest.

"My sword hungers for blood." I say to him.

I rip it out. Should I leave the rest to them? I hazard to think of a guess where they would react to me being a Blood Hunter. I haven't met another Blood Hunter for a while. We have all been feared and hunted to the brink of extinction. Luckily, with my curse, I managed to survive until these tiresome years. 

"You're... you're... a blood hunter!" Another guard yelps.

"A Blood Hunter?" Vax and Vex look at me.

"A what?" Pike and Grog asks.

I grab the guard's neck and lift him up. I use my own cursed blood magic to infect his veins. Rot his strength. Corrupt his soul. He winces and yelps. You've made the mistake of pissing me off. No one lives if they piss me off. The guard manages to stab my chest with his knife.

"That was not wise of you." I rip it out.

He screams when he watches my wound heal instantly. It is not something I wish to have. I wish he would've delivered a fatal blow, but that will never happen. It hasn't happened in over five centuries. Why would it happen now? I squeeze his neck so hard it breaks. It snaps like a twig and blood splatters onto me.