The punch was avoided by Kensaki, quickly throwing himself to the side, and forming another shield from the blood that before surrounded his hand, though unstable that close to the guard. The arrowheads formed from the spear were deflected... Two of them. Mostly. One of them cut the shirt he wore and left a scratch on his side, and one buried itself into his left leg. For a moment, he faltered, feeling the blood stream out and flow down his leg, but at the frenzy he was in, he hardly perceived the pain. Persistent to the edge of madness, even though he couldn't win against an opponent like the guard alone, without cooperating with the others, he forced the shards of glass out of his leg with the sheer force of his blood.<br/><br/>The stream stopped, and it turned against gravity, bringing the shards up. It was difficult, more than he expected, but with those... The crimson that surrounded them brought them to the level of his face, which even now seemed nearly bored. It twisted itself around his hand with one end, the rest holding the shards like bullets.<br/><br/>Bullets...<br/><br/>With a leap forwards, he flicked the stream towards the guard. The glass shards were swung out almost like bullets. It was the only way he could think of that would avoid the effects of whatever he was using that didn't allow him to blood-bend normally, and he would stay out of the range of any melee attack, too.