He hadn’t expected that and his dodge came too late and the Prefect’s spell opened a large gash on his left arm. Apedemak stared at the wound for a long moment. “Kid gloves off then Prefect?” He pointed his wand at the wound. “Venalis Vitae.” The spell was barely above a whisper and the blood flowing from the wound turned black and ichorous as it flowed down his arm. The black blood didn’t drip from his fingers to the floor but instead began to pool around his fingers and slowly changed his hand into a vicious set of claws. He flexed the corrupted appendage, watching the alien digits slowly move. He spoke without looking at his opponent. “You’re quite certain that you wish to continue.”