Sucks blood bubbles

They were forty feet above him, a distance
that, for all D’s leaping ability and skill with a sword, would be too much of
a gap. D’s left hand rose. If the blood bubbles had been equipped with eyes, they
might’ve seen the human face that formed there.

Eyes reminiscent of the tiniest bamboo leaves sparkled wickedly, and thin
lips pursed. With a loud whooosh the air began to rush in one direction:
toward the tiny lips. Caught in the extreme suction, every last blood bubble
sank in a straight line toward the palm of D’s hand.

D’s blade danced about and, with no way of escaping, the globes of blood burst wide open. Before
the blood raining down from them could cover his body, D leapt back.
Bubbles trying to rise to the sky once more were pulled along with the
madly howling wind and then popped without ever being able to form a
bloody and inescapable curtain around D.

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