Ohrus smiles in a disturbingly calm way. "Imagine, having the ability to take the very blood of your enemies, and receive power. With the power of blood there is no mortal blade that can slay you. Every drop of your blood they seek to spill they will only find their own soaking your blade." Ohrus brings his blade across his neck, drawing his tainted blood and soaking the blade with it. The runes glow red in the sword as his neck heals before their very eyes. "Do you see? Nothing can harm you. It would take no less than a god to destroy you!