The figure twirled his staff in his hands in a way only a master could. He stopped, as he positioned the spiked end pointing at his palm. He abruptly plunged the spike into his hand, impaling it. He ripped it out with cringe-inducing squishes and cracks. He was bleeding profusely, as he then ran his hand along the entire staff, until it was completely covered in blood. The veins in his impaled hand glowed an orange color, as his wound began to smoke, and then it closed completely only leaving behind a burnt smudge. He held his staff in a backwards grip behind his back, as the blood on it suddenly bursted into flames. He waited.