Allister's eyebrows rose Really? I'd have expected him to at least be quiet about it. Fine. I'm Game.
Blood was an Interesting Liquid. It flowed in our Veins, giving us life, allowing us to continue to breath on this world. But when separated from the Body, it was just another Liquid. A Liquid that Maverick could use to his advantage. It was all a Clever Ploy. Maverick could have kept the Blood from the Bodies swirling around him Indefinitely. He was in a Combat Zone, where his life was on the Line. It would not be considered unusual should he have done so. But he had not.
What he had done instead, was to bait any Observers into a Cunning Trap. By moving into the Open, you step upon the Bodies of the Fallen. Their Blood had been spilt nearby, and It was still warm, Still of Use. Allister smiled a little, he had remembered the shocked face of the Templars he had ambushed when he had first developed that Trick.
The Ground around the Intruder exploded in a Violent Magical Splash. The only reason he was still alive was because of the fact that the Twig had stopped him from getting any closer. 7 more feet and he would have been cut Cheddar.
The Bloodmagus turned his sight to the Intruder and said "All right, I am not in a good mood right now Okay? So I apologize for the Lingering Death I am about to cause you. Sorry."
Allister used his natural Magic to throw Lightning at the Intruder, quite willing to end this fight quickly.