Purple

The pack of dogs surrounded Lucas with no room to move. He quickly moved his knives, making slashes and thrusts, but it wasn't a pretty sight. His movements were haphazard and didn't follow a continuous flow. Many moves were unnecessary and inefficient.

Fortunately, in this unique situation, where he was surrounded on all sides, his blows never missed. There were just so many dogs around him that any slash with the knife would hit one. However, these scams came with a price.

With every second, with every action of the knives, he lost pieces of meat. Not even his "blood armor" could protect him from so many mutants at once. He was fighting thirteen simultaneously, there was no way to survive without injury, not now at least.

He felt the pain of losing pieces of meat every second. Because he only had two arms, he couldn't stop the other 11 dogs from biting him and even with the other two, there was only a small chance of stopping them with his arms.

The pain was immense and unbearable for any human being. His eyes were almost completely red, there was almost no sign of clothing on his body and the only part of his body with skin was his face. Not even her accelerated regeneration could compete with so many injuries at once. It was a bloody mess As he fought, he could see that his surroundings had a purple hue, but he didn't worry about it.

To make matters worse, the dogs didn't just use their teeth and nails as attack tools. The visible, face-shaped bones in his ribs could also be used for this. The shape-shifters didn't even need to bite to hurt Lucas, just walk past his side to ensure those bones cut him, tearing off much of the flesh.

In a mere ten seconds of the start of the battle he was already in this state, and only three of his blows were fatal. So, his fight was now against ten dogs, but clearly he wouldn't survive if the situation stayed the same.

Worst of all was the weather. If it had been any other mutant that didn't have a fast regeneration like him, it would have been dead long ago. However, with each loss of flesh, another part of his body regenerates, only to be torn apart a few moments later, this cycle seemed endless. His mind was about to collapse with so many pain signals sent to his brain.

Luckily, under the improved state of mind by increasing blood flow, he could still think almost clearly and understand the state he was in. He knew he would die if he continued like this, and even though he had already absorbed all the blood from the street, it wasn't enough to match the wound rate. His mind was also getting tired, it seemed that his 'mental energy' used to control his mutation was running out.

At that moment, an opening appeared, he concentrated and jumped as far as he could to the side. His leap took him about seven meters from the nearest dog and 30 feet from where he was originally standing. That distance allowed him to see his body state; The sight of him startled him.

There was no more skin or clothing, his ribs, spine and any other bones were exposed. He could see her heart and lungs working! His stomach had long since disappeared, his legs had only bone and few muscles, the only explanation for how he was still alive was his mutation.

However, that wasn't what surprised him the most. Any known human blood is red, there are no variants. But the blood Lucas saw now, it wasn't pure scarlet, it had a purplish color mixed with dark hues. His scent and appearance was very similar to the scent of the mutant snake he had recently fought.

Whether by luck or by his insistence on living, Lucas remembered something when he saw his own blood. He never tried to manipulate you! In that tiny split second, he gathered up every depraved name he knew and mentally cursed himself.

His next move was to gather any and all remaining energy to absorb his blood and engage with him. When he did that, he realized that controlling all that purple liquid was much simpler and more intuitive than controlling foreign blood. Quickly, all that liquid lost in the battle converged on Lucas, and this time something unprecedented happened.

The liquid pooled over his entire body, forming a humanoid figure completely shrouded in purple blood. His organs regenerated at an insane speed, much faster than before. There were no words to correctly define what Lucas was feeling. It was a mixture of agony, torture, satisfaction and relaxation.

Feeling his organs regenerating was delicious, but feeling every fiber healing at extreme speed was agonizing, as if millions of ants were devouring him.

The mutants who saw that scene stopped. Suddenly feeling strong pressure from prey that was originally supposed to be dead was not relaxing. The ten remaining mutant dogs hesitated to attack. Lucas's form was very strange now, his blood completely enveloped him and his surface was full of ripples. It was visually a mannequin made of purple water.

Despite being experiencing a myriad of sensations, the young man has not forgotten his goal. He had to survive now, continue the life his father left him and if there was a heaven where he saw him, show Ferdinand that he hadn't wasted his life.

The mutants realized that hunting him did nothing, as if he was lost. Just then, a loud howl sounded from behind the pack. Hearing this sound, the dogs, as if they had trained before, positioned themselves in something like a battle formation. Of the ten dogs present, three were in the front taking the lead, five surrounded Lucas to try to surround him and the last two, who were more injured, retreated and stayed behind the three leaders, with full formation they attacked.

Regrettably, for the mutants, the formation didn't last more than two seconds intact, as one of the three leaders suddenly fell to the ground. In its head a hole approximately 3cm in diameter. The amazing thing was that the dogs didn't stop, even seeing one of their leaders die, their attack continued without a problem.

When Lucas saw the pack not break the momentum, he understood that the fight was just beginning, as he realized the group was being controlled by whoever or what had howled before. Therefore, he decided to finish the fight as quickly as possible, to have enough energy when he went to fight the ten mutant dogs that were hiding.

He held up his knives and concentrated, making the purple blood envelop the knives and their length lengthen. Its length has increased to one meter on the larger knife and half a meter on the smaller knife. Because he had blood surrounding his body, there was no face in his figure, there were only two holes in the upper part of the face that gave the eyes visibility and through those eyes, a red and white light came out, and under that 'mask' a smile I was present.

The purple figure ran, advanced on the mutant dogs mercilessly. His first target was one of the two remaining leaders. He bent down and positioned his larger knife vertically while the smaller one stuck to his side for the purpose of defense. His speed was now immensely faster than before, if he wanted to, he could get away without worrying about the dogs. He just didn't do it because he didn't know the other ten hidden specimens.

His brain also had a giant improvement, Lucas could see everything much slower again and didn't miss the opportunity. When he got within a meter of his target, he slashed with his knife, which was now better called a sword. His cut came down diagonally so clean and smooth, like a hot knife through butter, he felt no obstruction in the blow.

As he tore one of the leaders in half, the rest of the pack didn't stand still and jumped on the humanoid figure without hesitation. His teeth bit into Lucas's arms, legs and torso, but the result wasn't as expected. Instead of biting and tearing off pieces of meat, the mutant dogs quickly let go and cried out in pain.

There were five mutants that bit him at the same time and they almost immediately dropped their prey. Her crying was unbearable to the ears and startled the others who had yet to attack the purple figure. Both Lucas and the mutants watched those five dogs howl in pain, appearing to be the greatest pain ever felt. His teeth began to dissolve at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The entire mouth region began to turn to a liquid formed by a mixture of bone and flesh, smoke signals also coming out of each mutant affected by the blood.

Lucas was surprised, but wasted no time and used this loophole to attack the other dogs. His decision turned out to be correct, even with the howl commanding the pack, they were stopped to see so much pain and suffering of their companions, their screams of agony were too much even for these irrational creatures.

The purple figure's swords cut through all four remaining mutants easily. Their speed along with the stupor of the dogs, contributed to an easy kill, only the five who suffered from acidic blood took a little longer to die. Soon all 13 visible mutant dogs died and the young man finally had some time to breathe.

However, his time of rest had not yet arrived. According to his senses with [Blood Intuition], the other ten hidden mutants were still around.