"They're MY technique, a blood-line trait turned weapon. I know only one person, other than myself, that can use this blood technique." Solid said as he laughed a bit, then without saying anything he sent his own crystaline blood that he formed into sword shaped projectiles. Throwing them in the direction that the crystal shards came in. "HE must not have quite mastered it yet, though it's so effective, I don't think he cares if HE masters it or not! Isn't that right, baby brother?!" Solid yelled swinging his arm in-front of the dust cloud, causing a forceful gale to dissipate the cloud of dust and debris. He only got a gaze at a silhouette, he knew it was him, Solid could smell it.