Frankie grunted as his hands fell to the floor, impressed by the sharpness of the General's steel.  That didn't matter anymore.  NOW he could smell the man.  He'd lost too much ichor, what he needed now was blood.  He licked Dorian's blood off of his face and considered his options.  Frankie did not like water, he simply could not stand it.<br/><br/>He backed away from the edge of the pool, black ichor flowing out of him as his sightless eyes swept across the room, purely from force of habit.  Frankie sat down, listening to the movements of the water as he tried to work out which strain was Dorian's.  "So is that it?  Are you just going to run away?!"  He bellowed, at such volume that he might even have a chance of being heard underwater.